The second chapter in the PoS superstory.
Chapter 1The Fire— Can you tell us about the fire? A kid’s voice, high in the dark. The old man looked at him, his watery eyes reflecting the shadows of the fireplace. He coughed, sipped his tea, and finally spoke with a faraway voice — the voice of a tree. — Everyone has a story about the fire. What they were doing, who they were with. Who they lost, who survived. There aren’t many of those stories left, though. He stopped for a second, looking at his young audience. — I got lucky. That’s how I got out. I was not there, when the fire first hit. I was out, flying with Regent, when I saw a thick cloud of smoke overlooking the Northern Cross. It was coming from the Vaults, from the depths of the old library. I had never seen anything like that. It was not a normal fire. It was eating the city from the ground up. Regent and I, we turned the planes around and came back in a rush only to find what looked like a dream gone bad. The air was incandesc