He couldn't sleep, and it wasn't just because he didn't have a blanket (or any other covering for that matter) or a pillow.
It was something that had disturbed him deeply; what Azelf had said earlier.
What he had said, and the way he had said it, made James feel uneasy. More wary. As if... As if there was something more to the matter than he was letting on.
James got his feet a little shakily, a little sleepy but not enough to fall asleep himself.
He scoured the darkness for a lake or river of some kind from which he could drink from to calm his nerves.
He spotted something blue-ish in the distance, a couple of metres away, and instinctively staggered towards it, stepping around unnamed bodies.
Suddenly he stopped dead.
Something rustled.
A bush.
He wasn't the only one awake.
It was getting closer.
There was a sudden growl and a mangy, furry figure hurled itself at James.
He saw red, and closed his eyes, trying not to act with his habit of lashing out randomly and dangerously, but to try some other form of self-defense.
He felt a pair of jaws trying to clench at his neck, and very nearly succeeding, and afterwards everything happened so fast.
His hands began to burn up.
Somebody had woken up and was trying to get the creature off of him.
James saw flashes of bright orange and with a whimper, the wild dog that had attacked him fled, a patch of its fur mysteriously set ablaze.
James blinked and looked around, realising he was now sitting in a pile of ash.
Heather looked at him blankly.
Azelf and Antheia rushed over.
"You made... Fire burst from your hands, " Heather said in astonishment.
Azelf rubbed his chin and mumbled something to himself.
" Well... If no one is too badly hurt, I think we can go back to sleep, " he concluded, helping James to his feet.
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