1 Home Is Where The Heart Is
The heat of the fire scorched the little girl's face as the tears streamed down, creating streaks in her blackened face. The orange glow from the burning wood was illuminating the December night sky. The little girl clung to her older sister, grasping her hand as if it was a lifesaver. The little boy just stood there, to afraid to cry, to afraid to hold on, to afraid to run. All they had was gone. The comfortable lifestyle in which they'd lived was all in flames, and the only ones who knew how to care for them were trapped in the mess as well. The little girl felt someone pull her back away from the sidewalk and farther onto the street. She instinctively struggled against them, wanting to be near her parents. She raced towards the fire, her four-year-old body moving as fast as it could carry her. Her brother ran forward and tackled her saying:
"Katie don't! The big people said that the roof was falling in! It's dangerous!" He grasped his little sister's hand and pulled her back to where the police were standing guard of the onlookers.
The roof collapsed on the gigantic house, sending sparks all over the place as the burning embers collided with each other in a clump on the ground. Katie gasped as one flew close to her brother and held her tiny fist to her eyes, trying to shield herself.
"Luke?" she whispered, pulling on her older brother's sleeve. "Where are we gonna live now?" The five-year-old merely shrugged. Katie moved to her sister and did the same. Chania looked down at the girl and said in a tone much too mature for a six-year-old:
"We'll have to figure it out later. We're gonna need money and food and clothes also. I dunno, but it's gonna be hard." She knelt down and looked at Katie square in the eyes. Katie simply nodded, not understanding the words but knowing that the tone in her sister's voice was that of one who knew what she was talking about.
Luke stared at his sisters, one younger and one older, and knew right then and there at five years old, that he'd never be the same. That'd he'd have to change his ways, fend for himself, never open up again. He dried his tears and swore right then and there that he'd never ever cry again or show any type of emotion.
And in that one mere minute standing near the heated lawn, an empire of some sorts was beginning to be built. An empire of a family that'd be known throughout the state, and feared for their name; an empire of a lower standard, but to those of little money, they would become royalty. Fear, love, hate, power, and pain would come with this empire, and would destroy their very lives. It would only be a number of years for this prophesy to be fulfilled. And in those years before, so much would happen that it'd tear them apart while bringing them closer as a whole.
The heat of the fire scorched the little girl's face as the tears ran stormed down, creating streaks in her blackened face.
The heat of the fire scorched the little girl's face as the tears streamed down, creating streaks in her blackened face. The orange glow from the burning wood was illuminating the December night sky. The little girl clung to her older sister, grasping her hand as if it was a lifesaver. The little boy just stood there, to afraid to cry, to afraid to hold on, to afraid to run. All they had was gone. The comfortable lifestyle in which they'd lived was all in flames, and the only ones who knew how to care for them were trapped in the mess as well. The little girl felt someone pull her back away from the sidewalk and farther onto the street. She instinctively struggled against them, wanting to be near her parents. She raced towards the fire, her four-year-old body moving as fast as it could carry her. Her brother ran forward and tackled her saying:
"Katie don't! The big people said that the roof was falling in! It's dangerous!" He grasped his little sister's hand and pulled her back to where the police were standing guard of the onlookers.
The roof collapsed on the gigantic house, sending sparks all over the place as the burning embers collided with each other in a clump on the ground. Katie gasped as one flew close to her brother and held her tiny fist to her eyes, trying to shield herself.
"Luke?" she whispered, pulling on her older brother's sleeve. "Where are we gonna live now?" The five-year-old merely shrugged. Katie moved to her sister and did the same. Chania looked down at the girl and said in a tone much too mature for a six-year-old:
"We'll have to figure it out later. We're gonna need money and food and clothes also. I dunno, but it's gonna be hard." She knelt down and looked at Katie square in the eyes. Katie simply nodded, not understanding the words but knowing that the tone in her sister's voice was that of one who knew what she was talking about.
Luke stared at his sisters, one younger and one older, and knew right then and there at five years old, that he'd never be the same. That'd he'd have to change his ways, fend for himself, never open up again. He dried his tears and swore right then and there that he'd never ever cry again or show any type of emotion.
And in that one mere minute standing near the heated lawn, an empire of some sorts was beginning to be built. An empire of a family that'd be known throughout the state, and feared for their name; an empire of a lower standard, but to those of little money, they would become royalty. Fear, love, hate, power, and pain would come with this empire, and would destroy their very lives. It would only be a number of years for this prophesy to be fulfilled. And in those years before, so much would happen that it'd tear them apart while bringing them closer as a whole.
The heat of the fire scorched the little girl's face as the tears ran stormed down, creating streaks in her blackened face.