Not a Clue

Opening

Opal had a crisp British accent. She stood up with a crazed expression. She hugged Emery tightly.
Emery hugged her back. When they broke, she finally realized how tall Opal really was. She was a skyscraper compared Emery.
Emery, Emeran, and Opal left the shop and walked back in the woods knowing they would probably die. But who says you can't die trying?

~.*.~

Though Emeran was probably not going to make it to the end, he knew somewhere deep down, he wanted to stop this madness from hurting Emery and Opal. He knew how much it meant to her, to Emery, that she had some family.
Emeran was sleeping; pain crawling up his sides. He saw flashes of fire. He heard screams. Emery was running away from the forest fire, but something was pulling her towards the fire. You could see the remains of Opal on the ground. Hurt was shooting through Emeran's body. He was going to sacrifice himself. It was his fault Opal was dead. And now he would make it right.
Emeran awoke, seeing Emery with a worried look. Opal was fast asleep.
They both knew something was wrong, but there was nothing to be done right at that moment. They had to fix what was wrong.
And start what was right.