The house was not damaged by any fire.
Looking around our street, all the houses had collapsed in flames as a fire spread. We were told to evacuate and to stay away, but it seems the house had other plans.
I was waiting for my fiancé to get out of the house, but I knew the only reason the house was still not on fire were his powers.
We live on one of the 7 islands which constitutes Kalavy. Our island, Liray, is one of the cruelest places on this planet. We are led by a set of strict rules, by a cruel king and powers that are limited from us by invisible barriers.
My parents moved on this island only for money, considering that in Liray the salary is excellent, but the thirst for money blinded their sense of reason. It is forbidden to leave this place unless you have received the king's approval, and those who venture out rarely return.
All the smoke makes my head hurt and spin. I grasped for air but there wasn't enough. My parent were not here, I remembered. They "moved" out of this house. I did not want to end like them, burried 2 meters in the ground.
"Ashron!" I tryed to yell but there was something in my throat. The neighbors were not gonna help me. They never do.
I became one of the houses, collapsing on the pavement, beeing burned down. I could see Ashron at the window looking at me. Correction, he was looking for someone, not for me.
Something grabbed me from the back, putting a hand on my mouth. The hand was big and full of scars and cuts. The smell was familiar, as if I knew this person, but I still tryed to kick them with my feet and lick the hand over my mouth.
The only thing I saw and felt after it all went black, was Ashron letting our house go into flames and my spine cracking, as something just kicked it.
