Chapter 1. Burnt Memories (Alexandrite's POV)
It all raced through my mind as I tossed and turned in my sleep fitfully. The memories.
Some of it is clear, the flames rising higher and higher, coarse gray smoke filling the air, distant shouts as the heat of the fire tried to burn my skin, my chest heaving and my breath short as I ran hand-in-hand with my brother through long once-beautifully-decorated hallways. The sounds of our footsteps racing along the floor.
Some it is blurry, the faces of our chasers, distorted evil laughter, what we thought as we ran, everything that came after.
CRASH
The loud sound of shattering glass rang through my ears as I woke up from the restless sleep with a loud gasp.
I looked around my tent, heart pounding in my chest, half-expecting to be back to that night, running for dear life.
To my relief, my older brother, Adam (who was probably patrolling nearby), entered the tent, a worried expression on his face. "Are you okay?"
I nodded a little. "Yeah… Yeah I'm fine." I sat up in my makeshift cot. "Just.. Another nightmare."
Adam sat near me on the floor. "About the palace?" He asked gently.
"...Do you think we'll ever see them again?" I wondered aloud.
Adam nodded. "We will, Alex. We'll get out of here and find them. Someday."
I forced a smile. I wanted to believe him, I wanted to hope that we would find our family and return to our life at the palace but after all this time, my hope was so low it was almost gone altogether.
