Where there's Shadow, there's always Light

Chapter 1-

Are they real? This questions is asked by many over millions of years. Over and over again this simple questions is asked , by children of all ages..and perhaps a few adults. But this question is never answered . No matter how much you try to get the answers, they are just never there. The question is asked over again, throughout the years of your childhood until one day you just don't believe any more.

I once believed but I stopped when I came of age where I thought they couldn't be real, they were just a fairy tale made up by parents to keep their children happy and hopeful, right?

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I was laughing so hard at my younger brothers, who were running around the front garden playing with their toy planes and making 'zzzooommm' noises in a attempt to make the sound of a plane, they were just so adorable. They stopped when they heard my laughter and gave me a cheeky smile. They looked so proud that they made their sister laugh.

"Lillia! Take your brothers for a walk up the mountain, the neighbour's are complaining" My mother shouted from within the house, I smiled and shook my head lightly.

"Alright mam!" I shouted back whilst getting up off the grass I had been laying on. "Come on boys, were going for a walk!". The two young boys looked at each other with a grin before running towards me, with that they both took a hand each and started tugging my down the road.

"Where are -" John said, his light brown hair ruffled in the cool breeze, his light blue eyes glazed up at me lovingly with affection and admiration.

"-we going sissy?" James continued John's sentence in a erry twin way. I always hated when they did that, it freaked me out. James looked up at me with the same love, affection and admiration filling his light green eyes, his brown hair swaying slightly in front of his eyes.

"The park or-"

"-the field"

I smiled softly. "Hmm. Actually I was thinking the meadow" I sighed with a smile. The meadow was my most favourite place in the world, it was where my father had taken me with I was a young girl, a couple of weeks before he died in the army fighting some stupid war. I hadn't been up there since.

"Really?" Both boys said softly looking up at me with wonder filling their eyes. I nodded with a small smile, they shared a excited glance.

"well then, ready?" I grinned happily at the two boys by my side, they beamed and nodded. It was then we took off down the street and onto a path that lead to the mountains which held the meadow.

20 minutes pasted and we were almost there, it should have taken us much longer but the two boys were so excited they were practically running and bouncing of trees. They wouldn't let us stop, not even for a 2second break until we got to the meadow.

I suddenly stopped, there it was. In front of me was a tree, such a beautiful tree. It branches curved and twisted around the truck gracefully making it look like some sort of magical art, it's bark was a brilliant amber colour that made it stand out from its fellow trees. But what made it stand out the most, what made it so beautifully unique and magical was it's leaves. The leaves were all different colours consisting of red, orange, yellow, blue, purple and pink, these colours blending together making the tree seem as if it was on fire. Every time a breeze blew throughout the leaves, it would give the effect of flames dancing in a fire.

"Wow..." John and James said together trailing of as they admired the trees beauty.

"Yeah, dad called her the tree of flames." I mumbled softly remember the memory of my father. He had called it that not all because of it leaves but because our last name was Flames, it give it the affect that this tree was ours and no else's.