Flames danced before their eyes, causing them to stop and look back. The world was engulfed, no way of turning back time. They looked for an escape, any way to save their lives. The cloud of smoke could take over at any moment, crushing their lungs.
"Mommy?" the little girl called out.
"Yes baby?" she responded, trying not to cry.
"Are we going to be okay?"
"Yes, Thalia."
"Okay."
That was the last Thalia ever heard of her mother. The last time her mother would speak to her.
