Hurtful Kind of Fire ➷K. M

Awake

There was too much noise. I immediately go to grab the controller, blindly reaching until I felt the object under my touch. I fumbled with the control for a few seconds before getting a good grip onto it, then pointed it towards the tv to shut it off. It didn't take long for me to notice that the noise wasn't coming from the tv. Turning my head, the book I was reading just hours ago, fell off my head and onto the ground. 

I was unaware of the fact that I still had no clothes on until I felt a cold breeze it my skin. I didn't remember opening a window before I had fallen asleep. Getting up, I noticed it wasn't the window that was open, it was the door. Stumbling over to the door, I go to close it, before turning around to walk to the kitchen. There was a sudden thud, before I was knocked over by wind. I didn't know what was happening. In the entire year that I've been stuck in this world, with no one around, this had never happened. The wind blew everywhere, knocking picture frames down and blowing paper all over into the air. I couldn't breathe, I felt like the life was getting sucked out of me. As sudden the wind blew in, I felt myself go under, and everything went dark.

~*~

When I woke up, I was in a forest. I felt the dirt under my hands, as I gripped onto the ground beneath me. It felt cold, and damp. Snapping my eyes open, I took in my new surroundings. I could see huge trees from where I laid. Sitting up in utter confusion, I tried to get up, only to notice I was in a dress. A terribly unfashioned one at that.

"Are you okay?" a female voice asked from behind me. Turned around I was meet by a concerned tanned girl. It had been a very long time since I've spoken to someone in a year. Opening my mouth, I go to say something, but found that I couldn't figure out what to say. "Ma'am?" she called me.

"W-who are you?" I managed to get out.

"My named is Tatia, are you okay?" she asked me again. Ignoring her question I look around us. We were surrounded by old housing and waggons. Confused I asked,

"Where are we?" she looked at me confused.

"We're in a village." she said simply, unsure of what I meant. Unsure of what was happening two people ran pasted her, one with braided blond hair and another one that she assumed to be younger, with long shaggy brunette hair. The girl looked to be around her age if not slightly younger

"Come on Henrik, our brothers are fighting again." she laughed, holding her dress up so she wouldn't trip over it as she ran. The boy followed behind her, before I found myself following them. The two childern walked up to a home that was bigger than the rest where two men not much older than me were sword fighting. The man with the dark hair seemed to be enjoying himself thoroughly as he jokingly teased what I assumed to be his brother.

"Oh look sister had arrived to watch my fast approaching victory." he said with a smike, I finding no trouble noting his accent. I wondered for a second,

Am I in England?

The blonde hair man smiled at his brother, as I quickly switched my gaze to him. His blue eyes beamed in delight as he took a glance at his younger sister and brother.

"On the contrary Elijah." the blonde started before he jumped forward, wielding his blade, that Elijah warded off with his own before they continued. Something about his accent was too familiar. As if I've heard his accent from somewhere. Upon hearing two people approaching, I had to tear gaze from the blonde man to see a two much older couple approach. The blonde woman watched silently, whilst the man looked in what seemed to be in rage and disgust. Hearing a rip, I flicker my gaze from them over to the two boys sparring, just at the right time to see that the blonde at cut off his brother's belt.