Learning to be a witch

I had been having a pretty good day up until the point when my car blew up.

Lets back up though because my car didn't just decided to blow up, it was blown up, by a witch, who I was hunting, well tracking down, she had unpaid traffic fines. Listen adventuring isn't what it used to be. Let me explain a bit though, my name is Alex, I am an independent contract adventure working for the local DMV in this case. I was supposed to deliver these tickets to a witch who lived out in the forest, pretty simple stuff but interacting with witches, orks, goblins, wizards. Well let's just say it can get hazardess (like blowing up) sometimes which is why adventures are employed, we are trained and bonded by the union.

It does pay good money and they draw heavily from orphanages so that's where I came in. It was supposed to be a milk run, I wasn't doing anything dangorus just delivering paperwork to be signed and some bills to be paid. However getting back to right now I was really reassessing the danger of things as I felt the flames surround me.

Now I am not sure how many of you have recently been burned alive but it hurt quite a bit. Some would say it hurt enough to kill someone, and they would be correct. As I screamed out in agony my heart just stopped as my brain simply shut things down on it's way out.

So when I opened my eyes and say the sky and some wisps of smoke I was more than a little surprised