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"I tried to save them, I really did... I can still hear the sound of Charlie's high-pitched scream, Mother's quiet whimper, and Father's frantic struggle. The flash of red and the feel of searing flesh was what drove me, away from the house, away from my life. What could I do? The smoke, the ashes, the Fire. Why did it have to choose MY family to suffer the ultimate consequence that is Death. Why did the Fire let me live? To test my strength? My courage? My faith? I spit angrily at the ground in disgust. It's all gone now; I am an Orphan."
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For as long as I've known, our world has been in seige. I was born into a land of hate, mistrust, greed, and violence: all by the hand of the one they called "The Fire". This life of poverty and long-sought-after peace was the one I lived.
I look around and all I see is Death. But, it was not always this way. I sense the ancient happiness and prosperity that this land once had. The Winds, the Skies, the Trees, they all speak to me. They tell me of a time where one did not fear his own shadow, of a time where the Fire had no power.
I have always felt strongly about freedom, about tranquility, about the supremacy of the people. People say that they can see it in my eyes, the way that they seem to chill a person right to the bone at first glance. My eyes are a striking sapphire colour, that varies in appearance according to my emotion. Some say I'm pretty, but I prefer to ignore such comments, driving away from what's really important in the world. Dirty blond hair frames my petite face, with high cheekbones and a tight-lipped mouth. A smile is something rarely seen from me, an expressionless face the usual to expect. I'm pretty strong for a girl my age, sixteen, to be exact, and my height is from average to tall. The dress for girls my age is strict: no skirt over two inches of the knees, no shirt two inches below the neck, conformative dress shoes, and never to be caught without our "collars".
What is a collar, you may ask? Of course it is another invasion of privacy, freedom, and a way to never misbehave. It is one of those things that have always been, and always will be a part of one's life in this world of ours. First introduced in the Age of Elements, appropriate to the time when the Fire came to power, the collar is a way of knowing where everyone is, what everyone is doing, and able to immobolize the person at any given time. You are able to wear it around your neck, your wrist, or your ankle, but I prefer to do what is commonly done, around my ankle. I try my best to hide it with the baggy brown pants I always where, but to no avail.
Today was an unusually gloomy day, and I sadly hiked up to the place I once called home. Streaked black skies awaited me across the grassy steep hills, and thunder rolled dangerously in the distance. I slowly looked up at the menacing clouds above me, as the first drop of rain hit my forehead. Putting on my most ruthless face, I scowled at the sky, as if to scare it away. After I stupidly realized I wasn't mad at the sky, but trying to drive away all the doubtful feelings within my soul, I quickly continued walking, with a little less energy than before. Then, I neared destruction.
It was, as it was those many years ago. I awaited the familiar feeling of despair and pain as my eyes gazed tensely at the home. I was not disappointed. Swiftly I met the ground as I devastatingly clutched my chest in an effort to ease the sudden spasm of pain. I shuddered deeply for breath as I tried desperately to choke back the tears welling in the back of my throat. My world was all but a blur, as slowly the tears started to fall down my warm cheeks. I made a futile attempt to abruptly stop my crying, as I knew that when I started, I wouldn't be able to stop. My crying turned to sobbing, and my effortful gasps for air were loud in the steep valley.
When I felt the steady beat of my heart return to normal and the feel of distress begin to diminish, the mighty sun had already set and the night was full of stars. A flawless black sky accompanied a brilliant array of lights, as my moment of pain was forgotten in the void of the night. The moon shone in great contrast to the dark sky as it's haunting beauty cast shadows upon figures of the earth. Without a cloud to be seen after the short storm, the musky smell of dew lingered in the air.
Even in this depth of darkness, I could see the burnt skeletons left behind from those many years ago. Nine years it's been. Nine years it's been since my life was stolen before my very eyes. Nine years since I've seen Mother's beautiful face. Nine years since I've felt Father's strong embrace. Nine years since I tucked young Charlie into bed. I felt the tears start to threaten their return, but I took control. Resuming the face I had built for the past nine years, I eased myself off the ground and coldly stared at nothing. Nothing would break me again.
A/N All for now. Cont'd Later D;
 Crysaniia · Wed Jan 03, 2007 @ 11:24pm · 4 Comments |
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