Unspoken

I looked over at my sister, who was asleep beside me. Her long golden hair was shining in the morning sun, which made me smile a bit. Even if mother and father were gone, I knew that we were going to be alright. I knew that together, nothing was too dangerous or too terrifying. Even if our parents weren't there to greet us, I knew that I had to stay strong for her, and she had to stay strong for me.

How could we have known how wrong we were then? How could I have been so fearless at one time when all I feel now is fear? Everything we'd ever loved was gone, and we had nowhere to turn to. Our parents were dead, and our land was burned to ashes. That night, an enemy clan had raided our home and killed our people, setting everything on fire in the process. That had been the last straw. There was no coming back for me after that. There was nothing I or my sister could say that would make anything better. We were the last left alive of our entire clan, and there was nothing we could do. Nothing we could do but find somewhere else to live and stay alive, which was particularly difficult for me. I didn't care if I lived anymore.