The Lost Little Girl

Prolouge

I'm Chiyo and my brother is Katsumi. I'm seven years old and my brother is sixteen. Our parents were wizards. We lived in a small peaceful village until the day we call the Massacre. My brother and I were the only survivors for miles. Everything was lost. Houses were burned, posessions and people lost. For some reason we were spared. It saw us and stopped only for a moment but it moved on as if it recognized us. The one thing that I found was a small golden heart necklace among the wreckage. I took it and wore it proudly as a reminder that the forgotten people were never truly forgotten. I cried for days with a blank expression but it was even worse for Katsumi. He stopped talking and I didn't see his smile but once after that day. I'm asked to recall my past and discover what really happened but I know what happened. Since that day everything was lost. I was meant to be alone. I'm twenty now but I will never forget and I will pass my story on so that the forgotten may never be forgotten.