Areithon: Holy dumpling sauce. I haven't published a story onto fanfiction in forever- and to be honest, I'm a bit nervous. Bleh. Review! Constructive criticism is by all means welcome. Enjoy!
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Dark brown locks trailed behind a petite form as the young girl sprinted away from the blazing home. Slender, pale legs pushed the body forward with all their might, escaping the flames at a hasty speed. Not once did those pools of brown eyes dare to look back at the burning bricks, the crumbling walls, or the fiery movements of the flames, dancing wildly on the roof of the house. The fire licked the freshly manicured grass that surrounded the house, hungrily consuming it in an instant. The sight was horrifying, and there was no one there to stop it.
The sound of the rapid puffing of air was overpowered by the ferocious roar of the flames, making it seem as if it were a large demonic monster going after the young girl. Granted, the flames were far more terrifying than any monster. It destroyed without thinking, without a consideration. It burned, scarred, and raced to devastate more.
The young girl kept running, feeling the heat eventually fall behind as she picked up her pace, speeding away from the fire. Her tears dried against the bitter winter air; her oversized forest green sweater was barely enough to keep her warm. That didn't cease her running as she kept moving forward, not having a single source of knowledge as to where she was heading—her only desire was to escape.
The amount of time it took for the girl to run was unknown to her, but she could tell she had gone far without stopping. Her muscles were beyond exhausted; her psychological state was bizarre at the moment. All she wanted to do was disappear. A familiar pain nearly slapped her in the face—sharp, piercing. Tears clouded the girl's eyes as she fell to her knees, onto the soft snow that was beginning to fall. She took a minute to blink, causing the heat of the tears to barely warm her stinging cheeks. She looked up at her surroundings.
There was a black wrought ironed gate about ten feet ahead of her. It surrounded a grand gothic-designed building. There was a clock tower at the front of the building. The girl squinted through her tears. 2:49.
A chill ran through her spine as the snow fell harder, coating her long hair with its flakes. Shivering, the girl tried once more to stand on her feet, but resulted in falling down flat on her face. Too tired to move, she surrendered to the blackness that began to curtain her vision.
The last thing she saw were a pair of black shoes coming towards her direction, and the last thing she heard was a faint whisper that carried through the wind before she completely faded away to the darkness—
"Silver."
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