Near the deep and green forest of Glen, also known as the Fire Forest rested the open city, The City of Glen. Here in the capital of The Children of Fire were open spaces and various buildings mixed together both small and large. Red and yellow flags were being hung though the sun was setting the people were preparing for a national celebration, for the Children of Fire nation meant everything, nation was over all. Everything belonged to the nation including your life. The General demanded that all citizens make an effort to attend, military membership was the highest honor and rank brought privileges, rank in the military meant everything, no one broke rank, no one dared disobey an order by a superior officer. The General had set his sights on conquest, expanding the Nation of Fire like a wild fire spreading everywhere, they would push their boundaries into lands with which they had no agreements. The cut down trees and milked the land in the name of progress, however because of an agreement with the Children of The Earth, controls were placed on how much they could cut down and how much they could farm or build. However the Forest of Glen was all theirs and they could cut down all the trees they liked, the C.O.E would come and plant saplings anyway, and now they would be pushing even deeper into the forest, to places where no child of power had ever gone.

The General had three children, Zen the eldest of the two boys eighteen years old, tall and pale skinned like his father with the same red hair, lean yet muscular a Corporal in the army. Shira the girl was second, sixteen years old tall and athletic she was in the Fire Cadets as a squad captain, her long red hair flowed freely. Last was Shen the boy was fourteen, tall for his age, his hair was shorter than Zen’s and a duller red and he was for more quick tempered than the other two, he was a cadet also second to his sister in her squad.

Night had fallen and the streets bustled with life, the army got ready for their march which was the highlight of the night, they would be caring torches, these would display a pattern in the night as they marched in pattern formation. The General gritted his teeth as a servant fixed his leather armor and helmet. The General was also tall, his hair bright red but greying at the temples. Zen entered the palace and came to attention in full armor uniform and saluted his father.