"...sper", I heard a voice whisper. "...isper", the voice got a little louder. "Risper!" I now heard what the voice said. It was my name.
"Hrm...?", I answered the way only someone who just woke up could. "'Tis it?", I asked.
"We got to go. Now", the voice I now recognised as my father sternly said. "There's a fire."
I opened my eyes and got out of my bed. I saw my father walk out of my tiny room with only a bed and a desk in it. I didn't bother getting my stuff, as my life was far more precious to me, and quickly followed him.
Once I got outside, I could see how serious the fire was. Half the village was burning.
"Dad, where's mom?", I asked. He didn't answer, I could only see fear in his eyes, which was very rare. "Dad?"
"She... She'll be here soon, dear", he answered eventually. That was a lie. He always lied when he called me 'dear'. That, and he took too long to answer. "For now, let's get you to safety. Christa is already there."
"Just me? But what about you, dad?", I asked, afraid of the answer.
"I'm going to help people evacuate for just a little longer", he explained. I nodded, playing along as the clueless daughter, perfectly aware of the high risk of losing my father.
We arrived at the 'safe place', which was a clearing with a lot of sand. They hoped the fire wouldn't come here.
"I'll be off, then", dad said, saluting.
"Take care. And don't die", I told him. He nodded before running off. Christa clung to my arm. I petted her head. Please, don't die...
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Risper's Story
ספרות חובביםIn the midst of the fight for survival against the Grimm (foul beasts, monsters), which would later be known as the War, there was a village with a girl named Risper. Will this fox-girl survive the War, or even her unhealthy interest in her brother...
