Description
My childhood was a blur. I can't remember much of it, just emotions and colors. Abstract things. My earliest memory was when I was about nine years old. I remember screams, and tears. All around me my city was burning, up in flames. I wandered in the crumbling city, lost and confused. My family was nowhere to be seen. Then, the sky set aflame. The fire was green, and the heat was so intense that I couldn't think, couldn't see. My skin blistered, and I crawled away from the flame and into a building. It was a small house, and most of it was broken down. At least there was shelter from the flame. I sat curled up in the corner, crying. What was happening? Where was my family? "Mom... dad... Vera... " I sobbed. "Tirus?" A voice rasped. "I'm here, Tirus." I ran over to a pile of rubble where Vera sat, buried. Her blonde hair was covered in dust and blood. "Vera..." I attempted to remove the rocks that were pinning her down, but they were bigger than I was. "Don't... Tirus, go hide." "No, I can't leave you!" Vera looked at me sadly. "If you don't go, you'll die. Please, go run! Go hide!" "No!" Tears streamed down my face. Vera's breaths became shallow and forced. She stared into the distance, eyes glazed over. "Tirus..." She said as she gasped one last breath of air, then she stopped.
Chapter 1
