A couple of months later.
“Where did the two go?” Questioned by their father as he was chopping wood at the back of their house.
“At the orchard again with the other kids, Nyla could leave her sister alone so she went along with her.” Replied by the woman washing some of their laundry near the pile of woods.
“Oh I see, Sweetie we could have some private time together now were all alone.” With a sly smile and eyes open wide he suggested to her wife he just responded with a smile. “I was planning of making another sister or a brother for Natallie to play with.” He added.
“Stop kidding around… you know that the villages stock are limited to a few people.” She continued scrubbing the clothes on the foam covered bucket.
“I could eat a little bit less just to accommodate another member in our family, and I already said it to the other fathers and they would support it.” He proudly commented as he lifted his left feet on the chopping block and ax standing straight off the ground on his right hand.
“If God wants us to have another loving child then I couldn't resist the idea.”
“Is that a yes?” He quickly turned towards her with a big smile on his sweaty face.
She just nod and smiled as she continued with her work.
Blag. Screams.
The woman who was washing the clothes quickly stood up after hearing someone else screams for help. The man with an ax ran towards that direction and found one of the houses near the edge of the village burning.
“That’s near the Orchard isn't it?” her horrified words echoed in her ears as she watches her husband run to their aid. With the ax on his right hand he rash towards the southern edge of the village. The continuous smoke from the burning cottage began to spread all over the place.
He stopped just in front of the orchard’s wooden sign, looking towards where his daughters are, his face showed nothing but fear wondering what had become of his two beloved. With out any hesitation he ran the narrow path into the burning holocaust. The trees and grass were burning with the scent of blood in the air.
Burning red blaze filled the entire orchard with no sign of life. Flaming trees and fruits scattered everywhere, not even a single animal growling in pain. All he heard was the crisp as leaves and wood as they burn.
Covering his mouth with his grey cotton shirt, he yelled their names, hoping some one would respond. He ran towards the left as he keeps his eye for a sign or movement in the burning livelihood of the village. Black smoke covered most of the orchard and only the bright flames could be seen outside the wooden fence.
Contented that no one was there he turned towards the burning cottage a few meters away. The roof was already gone and the rock wall was tainted black from the burning furniture and clothes inside.
“Can anyone hear me?”
No one responded but the raging inferno around him. The wind blew unending spreading the flames towards the rest of the village. His trembling hands could not bear any part of this, his emotions were torn but he kept his courage and continued looking for her daughters.
