Chapter 1- The Flames of Death
"Mommy! Daddy!" I called, running through the elegant corridors of what used to be our palace, my home. The gold curtains that had our family's mark were going up in flames, the heat didn't bother me, neither did the smoke. But I was young then, five years old tops.
"Get out of the palace Blaze!" I heard a muffled cry from somewhere. Everything was on fire, the thrones with the purple velvet, the tile int he ballroom that also held the mark of our family. The tables, the chairs, the windows even. The ceilings and walls were begging to fall apart, burnt off and scorched.
"Mommy?" I screamed, running up the staircase. My dress, a lavander grown with long sleeves, was slightly charred, as was my lilac and partially white fur. My golden eyes wide as I ran that day. I was getting tired, but I kept running. I had to see if they were alright.
Guards,Maids,Cooks and other servants were rushing past me, their clothes aflame, screaming.
"Fire! Fire! Someone call 911!" They would scream, but I pushed my way past them. Where was the danger? Why was everyone else so affected by it, but not me?
I turned down the narrow hallway running as fast as my legs could carry me. I screamed as burning boards that was the ceiling fell in front of me. I jumped, my claws grasping the edges I pulled myself up. I could hardly see past the flames, but I continued anyway. Once I was out of the hallway I ran towards the farthest room in the palace, way up by the tower next to my room.
"Mommy! Daddy!" I called.
"Blaze, run! Get out of here now!" My father's voice called from their room. Then in the doorway appeared my mother, a scarlet cat. I always thought she was the prettiest woman in our kingdom, she was tall, and had blazing orange eyes, in the center of her forehead was a green gem, and her orange gown was burnt now, some of it on fire even.
I ran to her, hugging her legs and crying by her side. And even though I knew she was in trouble, she smiled.
"Blaze...My daughter." She said before coughing, she grabbed the doorway for support.
"Mommy whats wrong? Where's Daddy?" I asked, hot tears streaming down my face.
"The palace is on fire Blaze, Daddy...hes...fine." She coughed again.
"Why is it not hurting me Mommy?" I asked, despite the danger. "Because my dear, you are very special. You were always special." She said, running her fingers through my fur.
"You have to go now Blaze, hurry." She coughed multiple times. "No! You have to come with me Mommy!" I said, pulling on her arm. I saw a tear trickle down her cheek.
"Blaze, I can't. I'll never make it out in time." She insisted. I was bawling now, digging my claws in the fabric of her gown.
"Hush. Vincent will get you out of here. Remember Blaze, remember that I always loved you, so did your father. And that you will always be our daughter..." She coughed and put something in my hand. My paw curled around it.
"Mommy..." I said. I climbed over to her and hugged her, she kissed my forehead. And picked me up, handing me to Vincent, our guard.
"My lady! You must go now, there isn't much time." Vincent said, taking me away, but she shook her head. "Not enough time for me, now go Vincent, that's an order." She said, authority taking over her voice.
Vincent opened his mouth to say something but shut it. He gave a bow, "Its...been a pleasure to be your gaurd." He said, turning to leave, once I realized my mother would not be accompanying us I turned in Vincents grip to face her.
"Mommy!" I shouted, fresh tears pooling over my eyes like a waterfall, my ears pressed against my head in sadness.
She smiled, " I love you, Blaze." She said, her voice hoarse from smoke, and even though it was barely a whisper as she closed her eyes, it rang out to me like a bell.
Once I had figured out she could no longer hear me, and would remain there. I buried myself in Vincent's arms, sobbing. "I love you too Mommy." I whispered as Vincent carried me away.
As Vincent arrived outside of the castle, I realized what had happened. The entire castle, charred with ash, had burnt to the ground. Nothing was left afterwards, the ground was burnt, smoke and ash still filled the air, soot layered the ground. Everyone was fine, everyone except my parents...
"Mommy...Daddy..." I sniffled. People were rushing around us even so, some with water, others evacuating the area. There I was, allowing myself to run away from my problems...something I shall never do again.
As Vincent ran away from the scene, I opened my paw. And there it was, my mother's favorite necklace, the one that has been pasted down from generation to generation. It was a gold chain with a large orange stone in the center, the inside was engraved in the shape of a flame, the same engraving that was on my tiara, which was small, golden with orange gems in it, in the center was this very same marking.
The symbol of my kindgom, the only things I have left from that disasterous day.
The only thing I didn't know, was that I was the one that caused the flames that killed my parents and my kingdom.
And it will haunt me forever...