It was a time of darkness, of pain, of suffering, of death. The world was fighting against itself, the elements of water, fire, wind, and earth were crashing together with an unbelievable force. There was nothing that the people could do, not any normal person that is. Our town was the only completely salama place in the entire world. Nobody knew why, but many people believed that someone in our town was keeping it safe, someone with a power that was not known to the rest of the world. Others thought that we were just lucky. I didn’t know which to believe.