"Hey Nathan, can I see you in my office for a moment?"
the ringing sound of the intercome caught me off guard, I hurriedly finished typing and stood to gather my things.
I reached my boss's office and took a quick glance inside, noticing she had a disappointed expression on her face.
I slowly opened the door, making my boss look up from her computer, then immediately back down.
"Take a seat" she said, pointing to one of the empty chairs in front of her desk without looking away from her computer.
I pulled the chair back and sat down. "I'm just going to keep this simple, you're fired Nathan."
"Wait, why?" I said as my voice creaked.
"Well, I've been looking over everyone's quotas for this week, and you're the only one who hasn't come even close to meeting it."
Wait, I can expla- "save it, Nathan," my boss said with a hint of dismay.
"Just pack your things and get out before I have to call security."
I could feel my eyes burning with every step I took.
I needed this job more than ever to be able to help with my parents' debt, but It was also my pride and joy.
This wasn't fair, I work just as hard as everyone else and yet im getting fired.
i gathered my things from my desk and exited the building.
I spotted my car not to far away and pressed a button on the keyfob, starting the car from far away.
I reached the car and swung open the door.
Climbing inside I shut the car door, and the burning sensation in my eyes was finally let out.
I started crying uncontrollably, pullling out of the parking lot, I took one more glancr at the building where I used to work.
And all the memories began pouring in.
The time when three of my co-workers and I had to stay overnight rebuilding our systems so that we wouldn't lose our clients' contacts, even after all of that, I still enjoyed this job.
Reaching into my glove box, I slowly pulled out the gun I bought when my car had been broken into.
Making sure there was a bullet in the chamber, I put it to my head and pulled the trigger.
I never believed in that made-up bullshit known as reincarnation. The bedtime stories my mother read to me as a kid seemed fake and an overused idea, until they weren't
I heard distant chattering, but all my surroundings were jet-black except for this light radiating in front of me, as if it was trying to guide me towards it.
Following the light, I slowly opened my eyes to a blurry figure standing atop of me.
My eyes slowly adjusted to my surroundings,
And the first thing I noticed was that I wasn't in a hospital, nor was I inside a house.
But instead, I was in this dimly lit chamber filled with these strange runic markings along the walls and ceiling.
Before I could realize what was going on, a rush of warmth suddenly flooded my infant body.
The heat was unbearable, but what could I do? I was still just a child in an unknown world
As the feeling of warmth dissipated, a benevolent voice sounded throughout the chamber,
"Congratulations, Missus and Mister Veylor, your son is bound to the fire element." he said while pointing at the runic symbol that was slowly engraving itself on the back of my hand.
My body felt weird, like something other than blood was trying to spread throughout my body but had no way of doing so.
"Hey, little Silas..." a woman with light brown hair said with an exhausted but soft tone, as if she had been crying.
"Are you sure you don't need any rest, honey?" a male who didn't look anything over his thirties, whom I assumed was my father asked.
His hands were coated in a luminous blue light that was shrouded in ripples like a rush of flowing water, which seemed to have caused the women's breathing to slowly steady itself.
"Yes, I'm fine, dear, I just can't believe our son is going to be a fire mage!", the woman exclaimed.
Those words hit me hard, it felt like i had just been punched in the guts.
What did she mean by "mage," let alone a "fire mage" I thought people like that only existed inside the fantasy books my mother used to read to me as a bedtime story.
"Come on, let's get you guys out of here," my father said before he bent down to pick me up from my mother's hands.
Leaving the chamber, the fresh smell of rain hit my nose instantly.
My parents took me to this hole in the wall, which I thought was weird until my dad reached his hand out that same blue light still coating it.
For a second, nothing had happened, but as more time passed, the hole in the wall started glowing.
First, it started off as a faint purple light, but now it was shining brighter than my father's hands.
"Are you ready to go, Katherine?" my dad asked as a bead of sweat drooped down his face.
"Yes, my love," she responded as we stepped through the purple light.