Ch. 1

Falling Stars

5 years ago

...Happy birthday to you!" The Wolfrick family exclaimed, applauding to the youngest daughter, Ada, who had just turned seven and was blowing the candles on her pasty white birthday cake.

"What did you wish for Ada?" asked Rodolf, the middle child. The young girl giggled.

"If I tell you, it won't come true, brother!" she kissed his cheek slightly as she handed him his sliver of cake. Her mother and father kissed Ada's forehead repeating the same words over and over, "We love you, we love you, Happy birthday little darling!'. Her mother looked around, searching for her other child.

"Where is Amara, Leonardo?" She turned towards her husband, who was sitting in the chair carrying both Ada and Rodolf on his knees.

" I haven't seen her darling. Why don't you check her room?" he said through a mouth stuffed with cake. Luciana went up the stairs looking for the eldest daughter. As she went, her pace slowed, looking at the pictures on the wall and the looking glass that stood before her. Lord, how her children had grown. Time had passed so quickly, she hadn't realized the now visible crows feet around her eyes, and the wrinkles from laughing so much. It seemed like only yesterday she had her daughter Amara. Amara, she remembered, and went up the stairs and went up to the large green and golden doors.

"Amara?" she whispered quietly. What she saw mesmerized her. Amara and her cousin Paloma ballet dancing to a random piano piece she hadn't heard while their aunt watched with a smile glued on her face. The cousins shared the same beauty, but different personalities, and usually ended up in competition.

Paloma was a Russian beauty with a heavy accent that stuck whenever she spoke English. She was loud and bubbly and had a love for the dance of ballet. She had heavy blonde curls that went to the middle of her back with ruby red eyes to match her porcelain skin. She had long legs with a short torso and rather small feet, yet she was very frail. She usually fretted over small things and loved to tell the world she existed, she had many animals like a McCaw from Rio.

Amara, however, was more quiet and conservative and had an Ishbalian lilt in her voice. She had a love for the arts, her room was filled with her paintings of her family, nature, and animals. Amara was a short girl, standing at 5'2. Because of this, most people underestimate her strength. She had her father's wisdom and her mother's beauty. She had waist, long, auburn hair. Gorgeous red catlike eyes, dark tanned skin, a long neck and long legs. Her voice was similar to a violin, high and flawless. She didn't care for much, most called her a free spirit.

Paloma laughed. "You'll have to do better than that, Scarlet!" She exclaimed, knowing Amara hated the name of 'Scarlet'.

"We shall see, Paloma," she paused doing her demi-plies then lifting her leg near the back of her head, giggling. "We shall see."

Paloma studied her cousin with wide eyes, lifting her leg had usually been a problem for her. "Amara that's-"

"Wonderful!" Applauded Luciana, cutting her niece off midsentence. "Mother!" exclaimed her daughter, running up to her and kissing her hand. "Mama did you like my dancing?" she questioned, going up and down on her pointes. The woman smiled. "Yes my love, now come, and let's eat our cake!" she held her daughters hand and led her down the stairs, her niece and sister behind her.

By the time they left the spiral staircase, the cake had disappeared, and magically appeared on Leo's face. The children laughed. "Daddy tastes like vanilla!" Leonardo laughed kissing his children covering them in vanilla icing. Everyone was laughing as Paloma strode to the balcony, embracing each other. Amara carried the now-cake-covered Ada in her arms. "Tell me what you wished for sister!" she whispered in her ear. Ada put a finger to her chin and looked at the ceiling. "Alright I'll tell you, I wished that-" She was interrupted by a sudden screech from the balcony, making her heart race. "Run!" she screamed and threw herself from the balcony and ran. A glowing substance was falling from the air...

One,

Two…

Three now…

And they were getting closer.

Bombs.

"Mama!" Ada squealed. Luciana and Leonardo took the Ada and ran. Rodolf held on to Papa's hand and had trouble keeping up. "Don't let go Papa!"

Everyone fell to the ground shrieking, as the first bomb hit the house. Leonardo was ontop of Rodolf. Dead, covered in blood. His lower half was missing. "PAPA!" Ada screamed tears flooding her eyes. Amara ran to her father, pushing him off of Rodolf, half of his face and body burned off.

"Amara! Hurry!"

The second bomb crashed into the home, the roof suddenly gave in, the embers falling like red rain. "RODOLF!" Amara yelped pulling her brothers whimpering body. "...t me ..ay. l..t m-me ...stay! W-with pa...pa!" He squeezed Amara's hand one last time and was left with his father, his red eyes gleaming with tears.

"I love you Rodolf!" she yelled as she ran, hoping her brother heard her along with her father. She pushed her legs, harder and harder. "MAMA!" She looked around, there was a hole in the ground where the floor had given in and her mother had fallen with Ada. Blood dripped from her mouth, her body was in an impossible position, evidence that her back was broken. Tears flooded her eyes. "Mama..." She wiped her tears and found her voice.

"Ada?"

"Amara!" Ada croaked. She reached up, almost able to reach her sister. Amara laid down quickly stretching her arm, not able to grasp her sister's hand...almost...there...!

"Amara!" Ada cried. The wetness in her face continued, her soft pinkish eyes glowing red. "Hurry!" Amara grunted as she was almost getting a hold of her arm. The fire was still going; the heat was too much for her. Damned heat. Blurring up my vision. She thought. She then heard the whistle of the third and last bomb. "Ada I love you so much..." The bombed neared now. "I'm sorry!"

It came.

Destroying the house, it was supposedly the biggest one they sent. It then collapsed on the now-dead corpses in the mansion.

Ada, Mama, Papa, Auntie Darla, Rodolf, Paloma... All gone in a single flash.

And she was the sole survivor. For now at least.

Amara tried to crawl, but couldn't. So she scooted over to where there was grass that wasn't on fire.

So weak...need water She gasped for air. Losing blood very fast. She lost her right leg and her left had almost third degree burns. Her left hand was missing and so was half her wrist. She was grasping the remaining breaths of oxygen her lungs would take in; if she didn't want it she would force it.

So nauseous. She vomited onto the burnt grass beside her and it glowed with blood. She was silent as footsteps approached the young eleven year old.

A voice gasped.

"Mommy...look!" The child ran over to Amara, who was being poked by the strange boy who was giggling. "Do you think she's alive?"

The mother shrugged.

"Leave it alone child. It's going to die anyway." She walked away. "Darling, come."

"But Mom-"

"Now!"

The boy bit his lip and looked down at Amara, who was now trying to breath correctly. "I'll come back." he whispered. He poked her slightly.e HHhhioxsoijsodifjsd He then turned and ran to his mother doing a cartwheel doing so.

He was coming back. For her. She was going to live; she was going to live...! She smiled as tears glittered down her cheeks, her breathing slowed. So much blood...She was dizzy...and soon, there was darkness.

She was in a white room. It was depressing, which was basically her anger without the enthusiasm. She looked around. And stood up. Wait...she was standing? Amara looked down at her tanned legs and dark hands. There were no more burns. "Oh my god...!" she squealed. She moved her hands around and was jumping up and down. Is this heaven? She thought.

"No, this is the gate." Said a voice. Not a voice, a thing. And it was...a smile without a face? More like a smirk.

"Who are you? Are you God or something?" Amara, unlike her family, wasn't very religous. She had always wanted to be a scientest, and never had much mean for a so-called God. But apperantly, her whole body was back to normal as if a dream, and she was obviously dead so...?

"I am the one you call 'God', or 'Everything'," It's smile widened. "In fact; I might BE everything." Amara rolled her eyes at its humor. "But no. My name is Truth."

"What is this place?"

"I already told you." It responded.

"Where's the frickin' gate then?" Amara retorted.

"Behind you."

She swiveled around to look at the tall, black gate(which look like doors -.-). "So," She bagan. "Am I going to see the 'Good God' or am I going to see the 'Bad God' ?

"I'm here, aren't I?" It responded, grinning.

She cussed under her breath. "Well. What do I do now? Since you are 'Truth' and 'Everything', what's going to happen now?" She crossed her arms.

It was a while before the smile replied. While she waited she stared at the door, and thought about the boy. Who was he? And who was that heartless woman he was with? She sighed and jumped at the sound of the voice.

"Well, in a few hours some people will find your body and leave you there, then some other people will pick you up then take you somewhere." His smile became so wide, if he had lips, they might have slit.

"Take me where?" She stepped closer to it.

"...Ah ah ah! That's a surprise, dear child."

"Well then, how long?"

"'How long' what?"

"How long will I be here...?" Her anxiety was acting up again.

"Hmm," It paused, as if in deep thought. "No telling."

"WHAT? B-but I thought you were God or something!"

It laughed. "I thought you had no interest in 'God'." Amara blushed with frustration. "At least tell me how long I'll be here…" She looked at her feet.

Its smile didn't fade. "In three days you will return to the world with your arm and leg attached to your body. With that, keep your hands down. You will be a helpless sinner with no soul, there is nothing you can do. And your only source of life is precious stones." For a moment, it seemed to be serious.

Oh if it only had a body… Amara thought.

"Well," It murmured. "Why don't we do something to kill time? I got checkers!"

These were going to be a long three days.

The little boy never made a promise to the mystery girl, but he did return for her. Along with his best friend, a tall, lean, black headed young man, who seemed to be in his late teens.

The tall boy groaned. "What the hell are we doing here?" he looked down at the small ten year old who was bouncing in his seat.

"Well there's a dead girl I wanna play with." He looked up at his brother and smiled as the older boy's jaw dropped.

"Excuse me?" His eye twitched. The little boy was still smiling like there was no tomorrow. "She's…dead?"

"Hmm, I don't know! She might be, but it's ok though."

"'Okay'? Okay? How is that okay?" He screamed. The younger boy shrugged as the other accelerated and was getting ready for a u-turn.

"What! No! We have to get her!"

"No! We're going home!" He retorted.

"Please! Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, p-" He gave his best puppy eyes as he sat on the older boy's head.

The boy growled as he cut him off. "Fine! My God," He turned around and went through the fields. "There!" he hissed, but the younger boy was giggling."Look! There she is!" He jumped out the window (Even though the car hadn't stopped) and landed swiftly on his two feet on a severed foot. The tall boy skidded to a stop as the small, unnamed child poked the foot.

"This is what you brought me here for? After all the miles we crossed and i drove wrecklessly, this is what we looked for?"

The small person smiled and nodded. "Yup!" He paused and brought a finger to his chin. "Isn't she pretty?" The smile morphed into a grin.

"Umm..." He stared at the foot, thinking it was what he was talking about. "Sure..." He looked across at the burnt mansion and went to take a look. The girl was a victim, that's for sure. The boy grinned, and chuckled sinisterly before stepping on a glass picture, splitting his foot. He hissed with surprise lifting his foot, trying to look at the item he stepped on.

It was a family photo, consisting of eight people. He could identify them easily, names were given at the bottom of the frame.

They were Ishbalian obviously, for their eyes were as red as the blood that ran through their open veins. There was the youngest girl, named Ada, with silky brown hair, light skin and pinkish eyes. Then there was a boy, Rodolf, with slick black hair, a rather serious face, and tremendously dark skin. Then, Paloma, a pretty blonde with...pale skin? Mixed. The boy thought and shook his head.

"Hey!" yelled a shrill voice. "Come on! We have to go home before my mama finds out we're gone!" He carried the little girls severed body in his small arms, and walked towards the car. The older boy took one last look at the picture and tucked it in his chest before following the kid.

"Ready?" He murmured glancing at the little child, so innocent-looking, yet so powerful. The child held the girl securly, looking down at her bleeding face, causing him to tighten his grip.

"Yeah."

Oh my goshh! I'm so happy! I'm finally done with my first chapter of In The End! 3 I've never been this happy EVER! Are you left in suspense? Good! Wait you're not? Well then. ;_; I'll do better i promise...but please read chapter 2 when it comes out! Pleassee please please with your favorite choice of toppings on top? :3 heehee thank you!