It was Trinity Day. I was 9 years old. And everything was perfect. The whole family was at our mansion. Aunts, uncles, cousins, the entire Winters bloodline was to attend our grand party. I was beside my mother, I looked up at her and smiled. Her bright blue eyes the same as mine. "Jackson dear, find your father for me will you?" She said and smiled. I smiled back "Of course Mother." And I went to look for him. I turned a corner and smelled a familiar scent, although I could not identify it. "It must be another exotic dish!" I thought to myself and smiled. I made my way through the throng of family members stopping a few times to say hello to an aunt or two. I checked room after room but I could not find him. Eventually I made my toward the piano room, the place where most if family gathered. As I got closer I heard a piano end its song and then clapping. "Yes he must be there!" Our clan hailed from a long line of famous piano players. My father played for the queen herself once. I enter the piano room and through the aunts and uncles and cousins I saw my father, unlit cigar in his mouth and taking a bow. I stood there as he took a matchbox from his coat and drew a match. It was at this very moment I pinpointed what the smell that still stung my nostrils was. Propane. I reached out for my father and willed my voice to reach him but it was too late. The match sparked and in a split second everything was fire. Our castle cracked. The initial blast rocketed me onto my back the heat the came after barely singed my hair. My family in the room however were incinerated in an instant. I looked onto the crowd but I could no longer recognize a single face anymore. I looked around and it was as if I had entered hell itself. "Mother". I thought to myself. I pulled my dress shirt up to my nose to prevent myself from inhaling smoke and I was on my feet sprinting full force toward where I had last saw her dodgeing patches of fire as I went. I took a short cut through an off room. As I burst through the door I saw her collapsed on the ground rubble covering her. Not moving. I ran toward her and threw the debris to the side. I kneeled to her side and turned her over her face pale and covered in ash. "Mother! Mother!!" I pleaded for her to respond and finally her eyes opened slightly, her chest faintly rising and falling. "My...strapping lad..." she said softly she slowly put a hand to my tear stained cheek. I placed my hand on hers. Her eyes closed and arm went limp. "Dont worry, I will get you out!" I looked around but saw nothing but flames...and a door. I rushed toward it and tried the handle but the lock was melted . I backed up and charged into it with my shoulder. It didn't budge. I tried again. Nothing. I slammed my shoulder into it over and over and still it wouldn't move. My lungs were full of ash and acid gas. I looked around for another way found nothing. I went to try the door again but I heard a loud breaking noise as I was showered with chared embers from above. I looked up just in time to see the flamming support beam crash down on top of me.My vision was blurred. My arms pinned to my side by the sheer weight of the flamming piece of lumber. I struggled to free myself but I already exhausted all of my energy. I heard shouts of my family trying to escape in another room, then screams then silence. The flame slowly traveled down the wood until it finally connected with my face. I pulled my head away as far as it would go but it was not enough. It first caressed my face, tickling it, then it grew larger. The fire engulfed the bottom of my face. I struggled more but it was no use. I tried to scream but smoke replaced my shouts. I watched as the relentless fire tore at my face. The smell of my own burning flesh assulted my nose. I was blacking out. The grip of the fire around my neck was too much for me. The last thing I remember of that night were the shouts of a fireman and the thought of my mother. Then there was nothing but black.