Lukas was strolling through the streets of Eridanus, back to his studio, after a long day away in another sector when the streetlights began to flicker. He knitted his eyebrows together, and a strange coldness began to form in his gut. He brought his right hand out of his jacket pocket and ignited a small flame, its light dancing on the walls of the buildings in the on-and-off darkness.
He wasnât the type to run away from danger, considering the fact he usually was the danger. But, he wasnât ignorant, and he kept his eyes sharp in case there was something darker and stronger following him.
He was halfway to his place when he felt a rumble under his feet, and the surprise caused his flame to go out. The next things happened in a flash. He was pushed to the ground by some unknown force, shaking and shifting with the earth. The building to his left felt the same strength as well, and it shuddered alongside him, throwing debris. Lukas did the best he could to avoid the raining materials, rolling to dodge and throwing quick bursts of fire. But, eventually, the crumbling building got the best of him, and he was eventually pinned down by slabs of brick and steel.
Luckily, it fell in a righteous way where he was safe, save for his right leg, which was trapped in between two boulders. He couldnât feel much, and he wondered if he was just stuck or if his leg was broken. He quickly glanced around to find some sort of assistance, and there was a small opening at the far right of his head. He began yelling for help, fire spraying from his mouth like a dragon, until he could not produce a flame anymore. He was left in darkness, throat scorched, and he just hoped someone would find him.
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