Volatile

I could smell fire as I saw light from where I was walking. I knew I shouldn't have walked farther to it, but I heard my name. Amoy, Amoy, was all that was being chanted in a silent whisper. I followed the whispers, to where I found myself at the doors of the chapel on a hill, to where there was no fire but there was a smell of it.
The chapel was there alone on the hill, it was the only thing there on the hill, and the wind slightly drew me closer to it. The moonlight shined directly on it. When I got to the doors of the chapel I was afraid, because there the smell of burning came again.
Then I knew it was my doom.

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Amoy is 18, she is a young member of the Alsar. Some say it's a cult, others say it is heaven on earth. But it is more than that, not just sanctuary but the line between death and life.
It is hard to live, but she knows she can. She hopes.