Spirit of The Flame

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This will be the last part of Spirit of The Flame. I hope you've enjoyed it so far so here we go.
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I finally pick up the last match and light it. The sun is going down and there's no cold in the air. My mom is the first person I see she's in the same green dress as before , but she's not smiling. Then I see my dad he's in the last thing he ever wore. Dressed in all kinds of fur with his long dark hair down and not in a braid. Can I see big brother and he's wearing the clothes that he wore on 8th birthday. Long dark pants with a red shirt and no shoes. Then I see grandmother and she's wearing a long pale yellow sundress. They'll have a sad look on their faces.
I try to walk towards them , but I suddenly feel a tug on my middle. I look down is he a red ribbon tied around my waist. I turn around to see what is keeping me from going forward. I see circle like opening , in it is is a very dark place with the tiny body curled up with the snow and ice up to its waist. It's tiny little hand looks like it's reaching for some burnt up matches. The circle was getting smaller as the sun went down more and more.
" You have to fight it" says the voice behind me. I then turn around to see who had said it. It's a little girl maybe 3 years old. She has dark red hair with brown eyes and ivory skin. She's in a white dress , so clean and soft like a warm fire at winter time.
"Who are you" I ask little girl.
" I'm Cleo , your little sister" she said sweetly. I'm too shocked to say anything, but at least I didn't have to. "Big sister you have to get back there..... that's where you're needed."
" No, no one needs me there....... but I need someone", I say with tears running down my face. She then accepting my answer. The tugging around my middle gets littler and littler. The circle is starting to get smaller and smaller. Until the tugging stops and the circle is gone. I now spend my days running down the rolling lush green hills with my family , chasing after blue butterfly and picking wild flowers.
                  (The End)

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