Somehow, between the twisting a turning, all the blankets seemed to fall off him. And, no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get cool. Panting and drenched in sweat, the man with raven hair abruptly woke up.

Fire, it was everywhere. Trying to scream, he found his throat dry and scream-less. Panic setting in, he fumbled back over the couch he crashed upon. In doing so, he landed square in the roaring flames behind him. Only, instead of swallowing whole and burning him alive, they were soft, flickering, and cool. Brows furrowing, he glanced down at his hands to spy something that looked like a boomerang.

"The hell?" he said quizzically as he traced his thumb over the flame pattern. Then, as if a snake had bitten him, he winced in pain. Something was craving itself into his side. Lifting his shirt up, he saw some ancient text spell out the word "flame" from his right rib down to his thigh. It burned, oh did it burn, but he still was unable to scream or yelp in pain.

When the writing finally stopped branding him, a voice much like a raspy, spitting fire, spoke. It told him of how he was chosen to save the world and that he would be the barer of the flame. It also instructed him that he should learn to drink about 200 liters of water a day or else his body would burn up and he'd die.

"Oh lovely," he said sarcastically.

Realizing that this was obviously a strange and weird thing, he started to wave his hands over the fire. Sure enough, the flames vanished and the room returned to normal. Running into the kitchen, he forced his head under the sink and just lapped up the water as if it were the first time he'd ever had water.

Hearing the stairs creek, Roy dashed back to the couch, tossed on a shirt to hid the scars on his body, and then proceeded back to the sink. When his twin, J. Caden Winters, walked in, he was just finishing his glass of water. "Sorry?" the slightly older twin, Calvin Roy Winters, asked. Hand gliding over his shiny forehead, he gave his brother a defeated look. "Okay, okay. You win. I was wondering where you kept the Tylenol. Think I have a fever."