"How'd you get here?" she yelled.
"I was always here," he answered calmly. Always here? No one else was here the entire time except...
"What the hell, I gave you a belly rub!" His eyes darkened a little.
"Wasn't all that bad," he smirked. She shiv...
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He can't move fast enough. Even with all his gifts. All his strength, he can't move.
The cold stings his eyes. He's not sure if the tears are from the wind or the shadow of fear the was gripping his racing heart. The crunching of snow under his feet is rhythmic, but it doesn't calm him anymore.
The smoke is rising into the air, a billowing darkness around the town in the middle of nowhere. She was supposed to be safe here. He was supposed to protect her. What if....?
The mere though grips his gut like a vice, making him feel queasy. His legs are burning but he can't stop. It can't be. I couldn't be. His steps slow as he sees the glowing blaze crackling before him. Its treacherous orange hands reaching for the calm of the night.
He can't breathe.
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It's all gone. A sob locks in his throat, making his knees weak. He collapses to the grounds, sobs wracking his frame. Little wisps of white drift around him, disguised in the beautiful white of snow. The bare frames of the house are all that are left. They look like bones.
Yet still, the fire burns, enveloping him in heat. The snow soaks through his pants, and his knees feel frozen. He doesn't move. He is frozen in this moment. Watching. Helpless. The disaster reflecting in his eyes. His eyes that were replaying every moment.
He feels the man's presence before he hears him. The man's voice is etched into his memory. From years side by side. He can feel the hate. The cloaked figure puts a hand on his shoulder.
"You can finally look past this stupid obsession, we can finally rule." Anger swirls in him, the rage in his eyes stronger than the fire. He is on his feet in two seconds, his breath making the air between them misty and white.
"My vow remains."
"This is insane."
"NO," he yells, he shoves the cloaked figure into the ashen ground. "You took everything from me! I will die before I let you touch one of them." His voice is a whisper now, but the threat hangs heavy in the hot air. His young face already holds grief in its edges.
The hooded figure scowls, standing slowly, "You're weak! Falling in a love with a pathetic human!"
"I will always be stronger. And I will always be here to stop you, no matter what you take."
Anger and hate reverberate between them. Then with a ferocious, primitive roar, the hooded figure launches himself at the man.
As their fists fly, their battle goes unnoticed by one. Behind the wall of flames, a little servant girl runs away from the death and flames. Her feet are bare, a deep gash spills blood onto the clean snow. In her arms, a baby gurgles, blissfully unaware. The stars shining in its eyes.
Snow whips around the girl, pulling at her ragged clothes. She's tired and worn. And so very cold. But she moves forward with the strength that couldn't be seen by any.
The young girl looks back at the flames, the horrors playing in the back of her mind. Then, before the sounds of battle can reach her ears she runs. And the baby falls into a peaceful sleep in her arms.
How was it? I know the start is a little intense but I promise it will get better. I have a lot up my sleeve. Love you all!
