To have shared a life with another, is to truly know their soul. Or at least that's what my grams used to say. "You get to share every second, minute, breath with another human and will never feel the fear of being judged." The joys of being a twin...
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Smoke billowed from the smouldering ash, remnants of a village that once stood.
"A good start Emilia, but I believe you left one behind"
A young girl, hardly through her fifth year, stumbles over the rubble. Her skin singed with black smoke, clinging tightly to a small bear, missing a few fabric limbs but still somehow holding together.
"She's just a child, just a girl"
"So were you"
With that a single stream of fire, hot enough to singe the Devil himself, shot from her hands. Finishing the task she was given for good.
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Hands drag me from the deep sleep I seemed to be stuck in.
"Ellodie. You told me they stopped" My mother, Marie , exhaled. Worry lines pulling at her face.
"They did, I haven't had a dream like that In months mom, I promise you" I replied to her, my hands reaching out to smooth out the wrinkles she had began to display. She whispered a quick "raffreddare" into her hand and rested it onto my clammy forehead.
"I'm okay mom, I just need to take a second to breathe". Accepting my pathetic excuse, she left the room after sending me a comforting smile. Mothers must have their own kind of magic, purely stored in their smiles because my mom's could make me feel better in any situation.
