-Elsewhere in the World-
There was always another side to every coin.
Where there was darkness, inevitably there would be light. When there was good, evil wasn't far, and when there was hot, there would have to be cold. Even in the peaceful towns of the world there were those who only seemed at peace. Those who had never known war nor battle nor strife, and those relics from another age, people bathed in a darkness that had been justified by words like "protect" and "serve" that had come to terms with who they were and what they had done. They lived without qualm, without worry, and without knowledge of the future that would burden their lives with unnecessary worry.
At first there was no noticeable change anywhere, the single man on the nearby rooftop was simply sitting up, watching the sky and clouds dance in the streams of wind. He twirled his fingers around, smiling as even the slightest breeze changed the course of certain clouds, a play by the gods that only the carefree could understand. Suddenly though, and without warning, the sky became clouded by a plume of thick black smoke, and as he sat up he could see the disaster as a house burned and a woman stood trapped in a window. Her screams reached even his ears as he rushed to get to her, sliding down the roof and into a small bank of snow. Dashing through the streets he had almost reached the woman and the house when he was confronted with a force he couldn't help but to be awestruck by. Slick black scales and a long coiling tail peeked out from the edge of a building, stopping him dead in his tracks. Before he could do anything else though, a tremendous hissing roar came from behind the structure before it burst into pieces, a large wing and claw ripping through it like paper. Still, he was not one to let the innocent perish if he could, and so he continued on, moving behind the beast as it seemingly searched for something. It had clearly set the woman's house on fire and moved on, and so he kept going, trying to reach her before the flames.
Arriving on the scene, he could do nothing else other than try and bust down the door, damn the flames, and run in. Ramming it, the door collapsed, letting him, along with a breath of fresh air in, flaring the fires up and searing his face. Still he ran, climbing the stairs while covering his mouth, and trying to hear the screams so he could find the woman. The sound seemed to be coming from everywhere, drowned out by the roaring flames as well, but his body took over, moving him to a door and kicking it in, finding the woman standing at her window, clearly uninitiated to the proceedings of fires. Quickly he grabbed her by the hands and pulled her along, dragging her through the house and out the door into the cold snow, rolling his body and hers in its cool embrace.