Snippet #2668703

Things really went downhill fast for Simon. He was sure the Elemental was about to burn him to a crisp as he lays in the dirt, but instead he just demanded to know what he was doing. Simon slowly picked himself up to his feet, his hands raised in the air in surrender. He looked between the Aerian and Elemental, trying to decide who he should address. Finally, he turns himself towards the Aerian, ignoring the Elemental boy. After all, she was the one with a gun.

"Who am I? The unluckiest person in god-damn Tineburgh, probably," He says with a frown, taking a step closer to the Aerian and away from the Elemental. He tried his best to look unthreatening, which wasn't hard. Compared to the Elemental with his whole flame thing, and the Aerian with her gun, Simon was just a scrawny kid wearing dirty clothes, "I came by in hopes that I could help anyone who survived the crash. It's always been my dream to be a doctor."

This, of course, is a lie. Simon wanted to pick anything valuable from the corpses he hoped to find in this wreckage, but, as he said, he's extremely unlucky and instead stumbled upon two very alive and very dangerous teens. All he wanted was some bread, maybe something to drink.