Someone suggested that I do some for the other scars, so I decided to x Please tell me what you think of this one - it's much shorter than the last x Review with suggestions for other scars x
The first time it happened he hadn't known what was happening.
He'd known what could happen, what might happen, but he hadn't expected anything like this. Not like this.
It was lucky it had been a Saturday, Four home from school. He had screamed so loudly from the burning pain, that it was lucky the nearest house was half a mile away. As it was all of the birds cawed and took flight, scattering into the forest that surrounded that particular house of theirs.
The fire had crept up his ankles, like a snake, coiling around the limb and squeezing tight. Pain so intense he blacked out, though he could still feel it when he awoke hours later, and his fingers didn't cease trembling until the next day.
His Cêpan, Henri, wrapped his arms around him, holding him tight, and both of them stared shook as they stared at the brand, knowing what it meant.
One was dead.
Four was one step closer to being next.
They had been found.