There used to be a world of continents once- they said it was quite beautiful till the time the continents drowned and burned in the tears and fire of mother nature. That was a long time ago. There is no nature now. In the ruins of the world after the sixth extinction, rose the 'central'- an effort to protect endangered mankind, surrounded by fifteen sub sectors. We were taught to live in that arrangement for the rest of our lives to avoid discord. So when I was told that I am special, I thought it was a joke. But some jokes can turn your entire life around. Being special here is the same as being dangerous. I don’t know if I am a threat. I do know that Earth would end a couple of months from now. But they say I can change that. But change has cost. And that cost is lives. Now I need to choose between killing hope or killing Earth. Neither option is nice, but there is one that is slightly worse than the other. I am Edna Glare. I am the lost fire of mother nature.