Artus sat towards the back of the room, where he had created 10 small man shaped flames, and manipulated them into having what appeared to be a brawl. To Artus, playing with fire was fun and he loved this game he was playing now the most. He noticed the others who had arrived, but he remained focused on his game. Artus wanted to go over and make new friends, but they didn't really seem like the type of people who would have time for a child such as himself. As he played, memories of the demons who had slain Artus exactly 100 years ago began to come back to him. Artus let out a small muffled scream, as the pain of his death seemed to have hit him all over again. Artus quickly recovered from this, and laughed quietly with joy as he continued his game of fire soldiers, as if he had never even been in such pain just a few moments ago.