Its an original story Im working on currently! I dont expect readers as Im only here to put my ideas in digitally so it would be easier for me to access rather than from a book. If you are planning to read this feel free tho!
Fire. Its a beautiful aspect of nature. But it is also very dangerous, if you do get close enough, you'll be burned.
A boy with brown hair ran in the blue flaming forest and also destructing the falling trees that were about to crush the few people. They thanked him profusely and continued running. Without realizing it, a large flaming tree fell and crushed his torso. He gasps in pain and shock as he tries to lift it off of him but to no avail. A few countless people ran past him and leaped over him like he was some sort of obstacle. He would be a bit offended but he couldn't really at that point. He started to cough and his vision was growing a bit dark as the smoke enters and fills his lungs. Before he had passed out, he remembers seeing a figure with long tied hair with a few strips of something flowing with their hair standing on a sturdy tree branch. When they leaped, everything went dark. It seems he had passed out.
"Ugh..Uh..Huh..?" The boy groans out whilst he opens his eyes being attacked by the shining sun. He carefully sits up feeling very sore around his torso causing him to wince a bit. "What happened. Gosh why am I so sore." He thinks to himself rubbing his back. He squints slightly trying to remember but all he remembered were scattered memories of blue flames and...
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"No..." His eyes widens. "It can't be..No it must not have been it.." He thinks to himself as he feels tears prickling his eyes. Him trying as hard as he can to deny what he was expecting was true was in vain as his body was shaking and his tears start to fall from his eyes. Eventually, he gave in, he accepted the fact that he might not ever see them ever again and that they're..gone. He held his face with his two hands and he lets himself cry. Sobbing and gasping at every memory of them that seems to be flowing back to him. Every lecture from father, every gentle reminder from mother, every little chase he had with his younger brother, every makeup products his younger sister tested on him and every pull of the hair from his newly born sister. All those thoughts had his tears flowing down more and more and has his heart feeling more heavy as he cried. If he didn't go out to get those stupid herbs and flowers and stayed, he would have seen his siblings graduate from school, seen his newly born sister speak her first words and take her first steps. He could have saved them.
Knock Knock.
The knocking broke Aito out of his thoughts. He forgot he didn't know where he was and just cried "Like a stupid baby."as he would put it. He hesitantly opened his mouth and uttered a "C-come in..?" The knob turns as the door was pushed opened gently. A woman with black hair tied up neatly into a pony tail enters a tray in her right hand and a stethescope hanging on her neck. "Sorry for the disturbance." she enters as she approaches Aito who scoots away slightly as she comes closer and places the tray down on the night stand beside his bed. The tray includes a cup of water, a small container including a pill and a towel. "Hello, Ma'am..uhm good..ah.." Aito stammers trying to guess the time of the day. "Afternoon." Katherine replies. "Oh ahaha. Good afternoon ma'am..!" Aito struggles out feigning confidence. Katherine smiles. "Good afternoon to you too."
