Screams fill the air with tbe stench of burning flesh and smoke. The night sky is moonless, the stars seeming dimmer than normal. Panic is almost tangible in the village, people running to find friends and family so they can escape the burning flames that light nearly every building. Mournful wails are heard from those who discovered theor loved ones already dead. They were attacked. Families flee in different directions. There was a plan in place, a place where they will all meet to count their survivors. They had hoped they would be left alone. They only wanted peace. But people cannot accept things out of the ordinary. And the town of half breeds was not ordinary. It had only been established two decades ago, made to be a refuge for those who who hated and feared else where. They stayed to themselves, but they were still targeted. Eventually, all survivors of the flames are gone, and the village burns nearly silently in the night, only the sound of crumbling homes and shops left, and the crackling fire. In the span of hours, so much was destroyed, families ripped apart forever. Miles out, under the cover of trees, the survivors gathered slowly. They bundled together, comforting each other, and making plans of survival in hushed voices. Children clung to their parents, adults clinging to each other. Orphans wailed for their parents, partners grieved their lost spouse. They treated the wounded with what little they managed to grab. And with heavy hearts they prayed to their gods. Prayed for vengeance.
-----------------------------------------------------------
And yet another start. I hope you enjoyed.
YOU ARE READING
Taste Of Fire
FantasyLife is unfair, and karma a bitch. No one can attest to that better than Rykel, who had her life ripped apart at a young age, and was rendered an orphan with her twin brother, Rydel. They were forced to grow up hiding what they really are during the...
