Tending his prized Hibiscus, Decimus heard a sound but before that sound, hundreds of birds, in a squawking cloud, rose up into a clear blue sky. Dogs frantically barked, cats screeched as if in terror and goats, grazing on gentle slopes, fled bleating in all directions.

The sound grew thunderous and, looking up to the mountain's peak, he saw in horror, The Goddess of Fire spewing out her anger, darkening the sky, billowing poisonous black gases into the atmosphere.

But to add to his horror, he could see boiling larva rolling, like a ghastly tide, down the steep incline in his direction.

Then as the burning mass ate into the lower slopes, covering their beauty with grey and flaming debris, Decimus, with a last terrified glance at the fast destructive flow, ran from his verdant garden and as he ran down towards the town of Etna, the larva caught up with him, pertifying his body for all eternity.