Hiro Kouen had found his way to the this Horae Island, the Island of four seasons, a very strange place. How could four different ecosystems with radically different climates exist? It had to be some kind of powerful magic at work here. Hiro made his way through the hot grassy fields. He was human, but there was a touch of something else there. His mother was a fire elemental, his father, despite being human, was also highly attuned to fire. He wasn't at the level is father was at in terms of being in tune with fire magic, he wasn't able to master the power of resisting flames, but he just had to practice at it. He had to expose himself to heat, like his father always said. To meld with flames, one had to become one with flames. So that's what he was doing, or attempting anyway.
He was wearing his suit of mythril armor, a light, but protective metal armor, tinted red, a particular customization he asked of the blacksmith. Hiro's father always wore red armor, he wanted to be a hero like his father, a master of fire magic, maybe it was time to wear similar armor to him. Under the red armor he wore black clothes, and carried a hand-and-a-half long sword on his side. It was very hot out here, especially in metal armor. But he wasn't going to let the heat get the better of him. He was sweating, all he needed was some nice, clean, cold water to pick him back up.
He marched through the fields on foot, his sapphire eyes finally gazing on a river. The raven haired man perked up at the sight of water, and picked up the pace, quickly reaching the river, only to feel some sort of odd aura radiating from the water. It was like a miasma. Something wasn't right. But there wasn't time to dwell on that, he saw what appeared to be a person reaching into the water, only to be grabbed by the vicious maw of a terrible crocodile in the river.
"Oh Gods! I'm coming! Hold on!" He hadn't even had a chance to see if the person was a male or female, and his attention to detail hadn't picked up that this small person may have not been human at all, or even living. He just saw a small person, possibly a child, being grappled by a monster of an animal, and he had to work quickly to save them. He reached to his belt, the sword he normally wielded, the bastard sword, was far too big to wield against a monster like this in while in the river. He could hack the poor victim's hand clean off or something. He needed something smaller, like a knife or dagger. Reaching to his belt, he dropped the sheath to his bastard sword, and grabbed a second blade from his belt, a small dagger made out of a dark, obsidian material. It was a heat dagger. It's blade could heat up to varying temperatures so he could cut through flesh or scale with relative ease. He quickly dove into the water and wrapped his left arm around the croc, and with his right hand, started stabbing the damn monster with his dagger.
"Let! This! Person! Go! Just! Die! Dammit!" The heat dagger's blade blazed with powerful flames causing steam to radiate from the water as they splashed about. The blade was able to penetrate the croc's heavy scales with relative ease, a regular dagger could not have done this. But this keepsake from his father worked well against the heavy hide of this monstrous animal. Finally, the animal stopped moving, releasing the hand of the person it was attacking from its death grip. Hiro panted heavily, climbing out of the water, appearing winded. He sheathed the dagger back onto his belt and looked to the person he just saved.
"Are you all right, are you intact? Why do I feel . . . sick . . ." He suddenly dropped to the ground, suddenly not feeling good at all. He was covered in blood on his armor, and he was also soaked in water from the river, which he hadn't even realized was now poisoned. "Was that monster poisonous? Why do I feel so much pain?" He gripped his stomach, his whole body ached and pained. This person was probably bleeding to death, and he was paralyzed in pain. What was going on?