1 Prologue

It was a dark and thundery night. Flames surrounding two young boys, one noticeably older than the other, and a dying adult man, in a suburban household that has fallen into ruin.

"D-d-dad," I cried as I watched my father die in my arms. "No... no... N-,"

I was about to scream but my brother managed to stop me by covering my mouth with his arm. "Shh, they're not gone yet," he whispered as the SWAT team-like enemies arrived.

"Get away from here! Now!" he whispered, panicky. I immediately ignited myself in flames and flew away, never looking back, with my brother making sure nobody sees me, ensuring my survival, as the SWAT team brutally executed him with their high-end blaster weapons.

Wait, let's back up here for a minute.

Hello, the name's Maxwell Mercedes. My friends call me Max, while the rest of the world calls me the Pyro of Gloriam. What you just read above was the night I became the last remaining Pyro in the world. I was twelve years old at the time. However, long after my death, I will be known as a hero, a legend. My story will be passed down from generation to generation, not only among Pyromancers, but the entire world. Why? Because I inspired all Earthlings, ultimately saving the Pyromancer race, and this is the story of how I did it.