It was a dark night of a particularly cold December. I was only ten, and my little sister was six. That evening, we went to the theatre with our parents to watch a Shakespearian comedy named "The Tempest". I remember my sister Scarlett was a bit scared, so I held her hand all the time. There has always been a very deep legacy between us.
As the comedy ended, we found out something horrible. Someone, out there, was waiting for us. I remembre everything like it was yesterday.
My mother came to me, and told me that she loved me, and that I had to take care of my sister. In that moment, I discoverd that no one of them would ever had been coming back. After that, we finally got out of the theatre.
Our parents greeted us one last time, and started running away. Fastly, they were followed by a hooded man, armed with a bow and some arrows. I standed with my sister at some distance, watching the man, who killed our parents by perforating their backs with his arrows...
