The Fire.

Ron got up and put the crystal and photo into his pockets. He looked around and saw the ash had settled and his enemy's were no longer anywhere in sight. He gathered himself, and set off. He walked until he came across an old tower. It looked very old. It was round and had moss and long ivy growing on the sides. "Hello?" Ron shouted. No response. He looked for a door, when he found it he pushed it open and a breeze hit his face. It was short lived and he didn't wait a moment. He walked inside to see a staircase. It was a round staircase. When Ron got to the top, it looked like someone had been living there. He cautiously walked around the place. It wasn't very big, so he covered it in a short amount of time. In the middle of the room, the was an oval carpet. On the edges it was red but in the middle there was a man holding a red ball of light surrounded by other people. The background was blue.For a second it seemed to pop out at him, but it quickly faded and he saw it was stitched on. He stepped away from the carpet, and made his way to a workbench. It was very cluttered. Ron looked around and saw nothing that he wanted. As he was walking away from the workbench, he heard the door open and looked around for a place to hide. He saw a small closet with some cloth draped over it. He ran and hid inside. There was a small gap and he could see the door.  A man walked through the door. He had a robe on and Ron couldn't see his face. He was carrying a bag and set it down on the carpet and his back was faced towards Ron. Ron didn't hesitate and jumped out to interrogate him. It was very easy and in no time Ron had his claws around his neck. "Listen, I won't kill you as long as you give me something of value." Ron told him. "I sense a very strong ora from you. I sensed it even as I walked in here." The man said in a very old sounding voice. Ron didn't say anything. "You want revenge, don't you." The man went quiet, then picked up again, "On the four men that killed your friend. Well, you're in luck, I want them dead too. You see, I used to be a king. In fact, I even had one of those men as my servant, all until the wizard took him from me." Ron let the man go, and he continued to talk. " The wizard destroyed my kingdom and nearly killed all of my servants, so I set out with the little people I had left and went to study magic, so I could be stronger than that wizard will ever be, and I have succeeded, I will help you kill them, but leave the wizard to me." The old man said, and stuck out his hand. "Deal?" He asked Ron. Ron shook his hand. "Now, I will go and send them a message, but we need more people." The man told Ron and disappeared. There was a burst of wind and Ron was all alone in the tower, once again. Ron paused for a minute to think. They only had four people, and they seemed pretty amateurish. Ron could probably take on two of them, but he would have two more people so Ron's people could get the edge on them. That was Ron's grand plan. Find two people and kill the four boys to get riches. He left the tower and set out to find two people who would be willing to help him. As he walked he tried to think of a place where he could find someone actually willing to harm someone, let alone some children. He walked for what felt like a couple of hours until he came across something that could be useful, a billboard. Ron looked at it and saw that there were wanted posters on it, "If I could find them and give them a small share of the wealth, I could rid this wasteland of the four that humiliated me." Ron thought to himself. He found two that looked promising, there was an assassin and an archer from an old military. Ron looked around for a second and tore the posters off the billboard. He walked around and saw that there was a town behind the billboard. It looked poor, and old. A place that Ron wouldn't spend much time at. He walked towards it and the streets were rather busy for how small it seemed. When he got into the main path of the village, he almost got hit by a cart that was pushing some kind of wheat. When he got done with glaring at the man pushing the cart, he saw that there were even more people than he thought. People chattering, people walking in and out of buildings on the side of the road. Ron went into one of the shops. When he entered, he sensed something odd, and then he saw the shopkeeper. Ron approached him, "You look familiar. Like someone with a bounty." As Ron said that, a man who was in the shop took notice. "Ahh yes, you've seen the poster. You see, i'm not actually wanted, not here any way. It's actually so we can steal your money.

The man said with a smile, "But what if I bring an offer. It will make you and your partner very rich." The man held a hand up, "How much are you talking here?" "More than you can even know." Ron told him with a smirk. "And for my partner here?" "You both will be paid the same." Ron told him. "We need a number, not words." "If this is done correctly, I will give you twenty percent of how much I get paid." Ron said. "So you don't even know how much you're getting paid?" The man started to raise his voice. Ron nodded his head no. The man looked at Ron and started to think. "We'll do it for five million celestial credits." Ron looked at him. "For both of us." The man added and stuck out his hand. Ron grabbed it and it was done. "Now, what do you want us to do?"