On the dusty streets of a local bazaar, merchants and greengrocers were shouting out the names and prices of their products with vigor. Such noise was a given; it was a beautiful April morning, after all. The sun's rays were just warm enough to keep one energetic and cheerful.
A small family of three was passing through this same old dusty street. The father gently held on to his child's left hand, while the mother held the other. This family, however, didn't resemble the locals—or rather, anyone from that street. They dressed much differently: the husband and child wore blue-white jackets along with small black hats on their heads, while the wife wore an extravagant red dress, shining brightly under the sun.
They received occasional stares and remarks as they journeyed through the streets. The child looked around in wonder, his eyes full of curiosity and questions. However, he knew how to keep quiet; he was a noble, after all. He was taught discipline from birth, unlike the other children who lived on these streets.
He watched a horse cart pass through the street at full speed, spreading dust everywhere. The child started rubbing his eyes; tiny teardrops fell from them and slowly raced to reach the ground. As soon as the droplets made contact with the dirt, a loud thunder echoed through the streets, followed by a bright flash of lightning. Something was odd, however—the light seemed black instead of white.
The child impulsively grabbed his mother's arms, holding them tightly. Suddenly, the sky turned black, and the street was filled with a light mist. More sounds of thunder started echoing, followed by successive flashes of dark lightning.
The father, as if he noticed something, quickly grabbed his wife and child and held them close, uttering a single word.
"Sorry."
The child suddenly sensed something was wrong. His eyes were closed, his body hurt all over, and he was lying on the dust-filled ground. He felt as if he had just awoken from a deep sleep; however, he realized something was even more wrong—he couldn't feel the hands of his parents.
He tried opening his eyes, but the task seemed much harder than it was supposed to be. He tried to get up from the ground but found his left arm was much harder to move than his right. As he used his right arm to sit properly, he noticed that he felt warm—or rather, there seemed to be something hot near him.
He tried again to open his eyes, this time succeeding. However, nothing could've prepared him for the hell he saw before him.
The whole street was on fire. Shops were burning, and people were running to and fro. Only then did he notice that he couldn't hear anything. He looked left and right, searching for his parents. As soon as he saw his mother's bright red dress, he calmed down. It was only when he ran towards her and held her hand that he noticed she was not breathing; she was dead.
Shocked and filled with dread, he backed away, noticing his father lying beside his mother with the same lifeless eyes. The child felt a sharp pain radiate from his heart. He wanted to cry but was too shocked to do so. He stood still, not knowing what was happening or what to do.
He looked up. The same dark lightning was flashing high above the sky, slowly growing more and more distant. He looked at the street again; countless bodies were lying on the ground, and some had started to burn along with the spreading fire. The fire spread from shop to shop, from one body to another, filling the whole area with the stench of burning wood and flesh.
His pupils dilated. To the boy, time seemed as if it had slowed down. He slowly understood the nature of the event that had just transpired. It was quite simple, actually: an assassination. His father was known as the King's Guard Dog, after all; his job was protecting the King from the dark. Naturally, many bore grudges towards him.
The boy's eyes, which were filled with confusion, were now filled with rage. He scoffed in a quiet rage.
"I will kill you in cold blood. Whoever did this... you bastard."
It is said that those with wills strong enough can manifest a power from within: a Law. The boy, too, was blessed with a Law due to his strong will.
The Law of Heat.
[ First Law Unlocked: Your body can absorb heat and then release it ]