A Village On Fire
One night, when I was nine years old, my parents and I were working on packing things into our cart. Then we heard screaming, and saw fire, and smoke.
"Noleka, get down!" my mom hissed, shoving me under the cart.
I couldn't do anything but watch as three men ran over. My parents tried to fight them, but... they weren't prepared. Soon they both lay dead on the ground.
I huddled under the cart, frozen in fear, as they checked through it and talked happily about how things were going. As soon as they left to go rejoin the others, I bolted. I ran as fast as I could, away from the burning village.
I remember tripping, and it felt like I was on the ground for an eternity. I couldn't figure out how to get back up. I guess it's a good thing Foxglove found me.
"Noleka?" she called gently, before coming over and scooping me into her arms. "Where are your parents?" she'd asked.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
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A little story I wrote off-site, but decided I should probably publish here. From a world I've been working on.
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