My youngest brother Fitz Vacker was trapped. He never made it out. At least not alive. There was no noise. My vision tunneled. The flames grew higher, stronger. My home fell to the ground. The flames died. I saw a figure emerging from the destruction. My heart skipped a beat. There he was, the boy who made my mind race and my heart beat out f my chest. I look into his icy blue eyes. His sharp silver tipped bangs above them. The shade in the group of people I call friends. Tam Song. My eyes move down to his arms. There lay the limp body of my little brother. His skin burned, cinders falling from his hair. His face pale and lifeless. I fall to my knees as I am overwhelmed by grief. It's all my fault. My fault that he is gone. That my perfect little brother, wonderboy to some, is gone. I look back at Tam's face. What I saw changed me forever. His expression was terrified and full of hatred. He looked disgusted. Like I was a monster. It broke my fragile heart. With his glare, my brothers chared body, the destruction around me, the fact that it was all my fault. It caused something inside me to crack. It could have been my mind. It could have been my heart. It could have even been my sanity. I don't know. What I do know is that I would never be the same again.
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