Flames cackled and crackled in joy. They mocked the hopeless townsmen as they danced to a devilish song. They swayed, sang, choked and whipped. Their monstrous rampage was a tyranny. They glowed red and orange, and burned hot as coal and bright as the sun. Like a villian, they played with and tortured the town, clawing at the roads and eating at the homes.
As the flames left to torture another, the grim remains was all that was left. The flames burnt fields of green to grey. The bitter taste of ash filled the air as burnt houses rose from the cinders. Darkness shrouded the town, caving it in and burning it down.
Slowly, the arose. The survivors who were haunted and filled with anguish. They could smell the putrid stench of burnt, rotting flesh. Pain and despair drowned them as they saw the doomed, despaired victims.
The corpses were hollow and had cheeks stained with tears. Their whispers of pleading and begging could still be heard after death, and their screams of terror haunted the town like ghosts that could never die.
