The Remorse of Flame
This one is just a little bit short, but I don't think something like this needs to be long. Two more afterthis and I feel that they will be better as I have more to wrok from with Spyro and Cynder's situations. Thanks for taking time to read this mediocrity. Please give me feedback whether it be a review or PM.
Why is it that I must be reminded of my mistakes day by day? Is the pain I myself feel not enough? Does no one understand? Sure, Spyro and Cynder didn't know their parents at all and are sympathetic, but this is different. To have them for so long, such tight bonds, then to have them disappear in an instant and I the cause of it. Where will I find refuge from this storm? In moving past it I've filled the void with hard work, and searching for a mate. But it's not enough.
Each time I go outside I'm reminded of that day...
It was a warm day, four years ago. We had decided to head up into the mountains for the day, as we had when I was younger. We were only a short way from our village, which sat at the mountain's base, when it happened. I had gone on ahead a short distance and could see them below me on the spiraling path up the mountain. They were taking a long time, strolling along and enjoying the nice day. But all I cared about was eating the food my mother had brought; that and getting back to the village. I was going to Warfang where a friend was offering me a job at his store and still had some preparations to finish.
I called down to them, but they didn't respond so I figured they couldn't hear me. Continuing on I decided I should try again. I looked down at them and shouted even louder than before. From behind me I heard a rumble. My shouting had caused a rock slide. In this part of the mountains it was common for loose boulders to come pounding down the mountain, but this was much more. It looked as though the whole mountaintop was coming down onto us! I ran a bit back from the path of the rock slide and turn back to it. It turned out to be only a few boulders, but that was more than enough....
My parents were swept away. Carried down the mountain and into a river. All because of my impatience, and the villagers blamed me for the loss of their chief. Didn't know he was more than that to me? That's why I had to leave, and quickly. Now I'm here in Warfang. Lonely and spent, with no one whom I can talk freely to. Once again I must ask myself how I will find sanctuary from this. At this point the only remedy for my pain which I can see...is death. But that's not an option. I know there's at least a few out there who care for me, and while they may be outnumbered by those who would rather turn than see my face, they should not have to suffer for my sake.