The Stolen Flower

Prologue

Running, I’ve been running before I even knew it. Mother, mother, was the cause of my pain. She always has been, but she blames my pain on me. She yells at me for my power of fire, says it was a curse from the devil, that I shouldn’t be alive, that I should kill myself.

My brother and my daydreams were my only lights in life, the only ones anchoring me to this world, and now he’s dead. This power of mine is a curse, I shouldn’t use it, but sometimes it just takes control. I look back to see the smoke left from the fire. The fire that was fueled by their flesh, by one I love and the other I hated.

I turn my head back to my trail, the path of my future. A future that I will trek, but instead of sorrow, it will be happiness that will guide me, unlike my past. My feelings are mixed; I feel happy because she's dead but depressed. After all, he’s gone. My feet continue to carry me to a destination that even I don't know what it is, but I feel that it is close.

Right, I was. My destination was close, a cave with crystals embedded in the rock. These crystals brought me a sort of comfort, and I always looked at them at the right time to see them light up like stars when the sun rises. Burns marks the lower walls like flamethrowers were shot at them repeatedly. Some were small, and some were huge, like two different levels of flames hit the walls, the more abundant were deeper and refined while the smaller ones were shallow and messy. Off to the side, There was a sleeping bag, torn but usable, as well as a small burned-out campfire.

My body soon made its way to the sleeping bag, my feet carrying me while my mind was elsewhere. Not even caring if there was the warmth of a fire to console me, I just fell on top of the sleeping bag, and I hadn't realized how tired I was. Using so much of this power and then running that distance would tire anyone, especially for an eight-year-old. My body shut down, my mind falling to the darkness of sleep. My escape took me to a world of my creation.