Songs Of Psalmist (What Is My Purpose)

CHAPTER 13 (Figure & Townspeople)

The house was burning in that middle of the night.

Sparkles and specks flying all over as the black smokes come gushing from that raging fires. Devastating the whole appliances inside.

Familiar, seems so familiar.

Remember the incidence in the Village? But this happened at the North of this world, at the very edge of the circular map; the one they called, Town.

You can hear some loud booms from here in there...

"HEEELP! HELP!!!"

Inside, we could see a girl which is already untidy from the bruises and ashes all over her body, desperately crying for help.

You could hear some shouts and loud cries of succors from all over.

"Basilio?! Crispin?! Where are you, my children?!" hysterically a mother cried out.

None of the other Townspeople can save them now. The rage of the flames overpowers them.

Some tried to enter that live heat, but failed in the end. Some tried to throw buckets of water that are passed around from the nearest poso or water pump. But, they were not enough and not fast enough to extinguish them.

They called for the FireFighters already but they might not arrive in time.

"Ma-Mama! Mama!" shouts a Towngirl, gasping for air.

We could see that that little girl was trapped inside. Fear and suffocation is starting to engulf her.

Then, in the midst of those distress...

Someone kicked the door flat out!

In that teary girl's eyes, comes a figure of a teenager formed from the ambiance of those thick black smokes.

You could even notice that the figure's body was wet all over. For it may have plunged itself first in a pail of water so that the heat may not subdue it.

That figure's face is covered with wet cloth around its mouth and nose. For it helps not to inhale the dark smokes that lurks all over; filtering for needed oxygen. Even its hair is covered with that damp cloth, so that it will not be caught in the fire.

"Come," says the Figure to the Towngirl. It has a solemn voice. Short but discreet.

It carried the girl on its arms. The girl could feel its soft chest and hands.

It did not run, but just breeze walked. It notices every fiery debris that fallen from side to side, in front, and even at its back. It just took some small steps. Like a water, swiftly flowing and bending, in slow motion. It would be a feast to the eye when you see it in 3D, with all those particles and gentle stunts.

Until...

The little girl just noticed that they were already outside. She could hear the rapid steps of her mother crying towards them.

"Crispin! Crispin! You're safe!" cried the mother, "Thank you, thank you, stranger!" The mother continued to cry and hugged her child tightly, as if she will never ever let her go anymore.

"Mommy, my brother is still inside his room," sobbingly said the girl.

The mother painfully looked at their burning house with her tear-filled bluish eyes that seems to reflect shades of reds, knowing not to do anymore, angry with herself for her inability. And when she looked back, the figure was gone by their side...

Inside, the Figure saw Basilio in that house that seem about ready to blaze and scorched into the ground.

"Come. Make haste," it said, taking the boy's hand.