The fire is everywhere.
I'm trying to run, trying to get to my family but I can't, I'm too weak to free myself from the hands that are holding me back, I can only watch as the flames destroy the only home I have ever known, with the people I love inside.
I beg the men that imprison me to let me go but they dont even spare me a glance.
"Zayra!"
"Mom!" I cry out.
Why am I not in there? Why do they let me live?
I keep trying to reach them but it's useless. Nothing I do is enough to set me free.
"Zayra."
Her voice is losing strength with every passing second.
"Mom!"
Tears cloud my eyes as my wails pierce the night sky. Everything hurts so much I can't keep standing anymore, I tremble to my knees.
"Please let me go, please!" I shriek.
But none of them move and therefore neither do I.
"Zayra."
My body shakes violently as I scream over and over until my throat hurts so much it is unable to make another sound.
The minutes pass but she doesnt call my name again.
No!
I go numb, everything is suddenly in slow motion and all I can see is my world burn.
The tears that once covered my eyes are gone and the only emotion I allow myself to feel takes over my mind.
My fists clench.
It's not despair or agony, its something much more deeper that makes its way to every single one of my bones and makes my heart become as hard as stone. It's something that makes me put to purpose the curse I promised myself I would never use again.
I close my eyes and for the first time in a long time I let myself go, greater and more powerful than ever before.
It's only then that I feel everyone around me. The familiar tingle in my fingers, the streams and rivers that flow through their bodies, the beat of their hearts, they are going so fast. I make them go even faster. I force the fingers that are closed on my arms to open and I get on my feet. I feel them move to grab me but I stop them immediately. Their filthy hands will never touch me again.
I take a few steps towards what was once my home and search for the warm pulse that would tell me someone survived, but there's nothing. They are all dead.
I turn around and face the men that did this. I look into each of their faces and to my satisfaction I see fear in every one. Who wouldnt be afraid? They cant move even though I'm sure they are fighting with everything they've got to do so. I have even accelerated their hearts to such an extent that they can barely breathe.
To not be afraid of this would be impossible.
I make them kneel before me, force them to look at me.
I want them to know who's doing this. I want them to know that they should have killed me with the rest of my family because now Im going to kill them.
I put my hand up. Fist still clenched.
Now I know what this feeling is.
Its wrath.
I open my hand and just like that, every current that once lived dies.
