[Introduction]
As a child I wished to be among one of them, they lit the flames each year and blow it out each full moon.
When we left the flames on a full moon, creatures of the night try to take our light.
We are called Lighters and they are called Mørke.
My story begins with a chase, My father and Mother fighting while they told me to run. I tear up as I see my father torn in half and my mother sobbed as she fought. As I ran to Tier two of our kingdom's walls, I saw one of the Mørke run in front of me. I remembered in a split second what my dad taught me...
~Flashback~
I was hitting the dummy with my wooden sword as my dad brought out some crackers, the roses and buttercups in the backyard had a strong sent. As I ate the crackers my dad told me "if mommy and daddy are hurt or killed, and a monster is in front of you. Remember to slide under them if they have a space under them." I nodded and continued to practice.
~End of Flashback~
I slid under the dark, smoky creature, trying to claw at me as fast as they can. They miss by second, only cutting my long hair off.
I Ran into the gate and climbed up to the space it had, I went through and there when a piece of my favorite pants that my mother gave me. I ran to the closes guards to me, when they spotted me they yelled "HAULT YOUNG ONE!" I stopped. They had asked me "where you came from?" and "why are you a mess?" I told them the truth "The Mørke overtook Rose! Now their coming after Didie(die-d) and Halspa(Haul-spa) next!" I looked over at the gates of Clawing Mørke, they had said "We'll fend them off and get all item from your previous home." I was quickly to ask "What about my Rose and Buttercup bushes!" They looked at me in shock before looking at each other, "you don't happen to be apart of the long blood line of Gariscins(Gar-ris-kins)... are you?" I looked at them dead in the eyes say "yes, I am." They nodded at me then said "we promise to get those flowers for you ma'am" they ran off. The dozens of men and women fought with the Mørke.
'Ma'am...' where have I heard that... Huh. Maybe that'll come back to me soon.
As I was taken to a hospital minutes later, I was checked for Physical and Mental health. I was in good shape.
A slam came from the door, men yelled at the doctors, I looked at all those soldiers who walked out there they were not coming home, as over heard the news being broken to me I sat there.
Vision slowly fading.
Mind is blank.
Now I see glimpses of what happened, it was me.
I was out of my body, I was a shadow like entity. I ran on fours as I bite and sliced through the dark smoke. Fire had been lit and now it's the Lighters turns to blow it out once more. I was then taken by my wrist and being pulled out of the now 'damaged site' I was strapped down, the smoke that rubbed off me was a dusty, ash like air called Shog(Sh-og). Some how I produced as much as a pound of it, which is about 250,000 Coins in this kingdom. I'd be rich yet. I wouldn't want a lone some life. I was in a struggling state, I needed the flowers more than ever.
A guard had walked in, a dusty mask covered his face. His jumpers where twisted, ripped, and burnt. He had brought in the bushes I needed to calm me. I stopped struggling, I had stopped growling as well. My Shoggy form was reduced to my normal state. Me.
My once Blonde pixie hair was covered in Dust and my eyes saturated to a grey from the original color Amber.
The man took off the mask, he was Mr.Denverons, my old sword teacher, my neighbor. About 6'2, 80-90s, long grey hair that's pulled back to a ponytail, a stubble of beard, hunch back with a big belly, and most importantly the melody he sings to his wife's ashes. He's a very good guy in all honesty, but he wished his children visited from the big city Halspa. Actually his whole name is Hank Canver Denverons, that's a fun fact for ya!
Anyways, he stood over me as he brought the flowers in the small corner of the room with a crack to ground, the flowers grew into the ground as if they were there all along. I was unstrapped and hugged to death my neighbor, now my grandfather, my dad had talked to Mr.Denverons about his father dying at age five then his mother dying on graduation day of college. Denverons had decided to adopt my dad, and now I have two gramps and grams and abundant of Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Nieces and Nephews.
'Wish my parents were here with me in this situation.'
I bursted into tears hugging tighter.
I sobbed until the waterworks stopped, so did my grandpa.
We sat in a Shoggy room with flowers, while sobbing.
We lost people that we cared for.
Hopefully I make due of this situation as soon as possible.
I hope.
