The fire flaunting through the horizon. Glows and sparks of flickering red, consuming everything that someone used to call home. The eerie sound of the death of the enchanted forest. The shrieking pain of the fairies and the uncontrollable fate they were to accept. Flames delightfully irresistible and the sadness of death. It was time to say goodbye to the forest and continue through an unknown path in life.
The fire imp danced and pranced while turning everything he touched into fire. His laughter piercing through ears. The imp, indestructible, corrupting everything with his blazing arms and legs.
Memories of the forest would start to fade and the heartbreak, fear and anguish would be what is left behind.
“He’s not coming, is he?” Tiuna asked, squeezing his mother's hand, They looked upon the fire.296Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSo63bphdVP
His mother squeezed back, and without a word they walked away with the rest of the survivors.
It was the greatest pain Tiuna would ever suffer, a farewell that was forever and someone who would never come back. A home that had been lost and a dream that had been taken away so easily.
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