The Calm And The Storm (The Tale Of A Reincarnated Soul)

Her Demise

Screams rang through the hot, blazing air as hundreds of heavy, quick footsteps reverberated through the wooden floor, creating small tremors.

A girl of about sixteen reached out for a figure laying across her, the wound on her abdomen bleeding continuously and weakening her with every moment.

Her wails were answered with a glance in her direction by the heavily injured figure and with all of the energy he had left, he smiled weakly at her and mumbled a small 'Goodbye, sis.'

The young girl's wails growing louder as her dearest younger brother's head fell harshly yet numbly to the side, a serene smile on his more than half burned face.

She pushed herself onto her knees with her bloodied and heavily burned arms, ignoring the mind-numbing pain any force applied spread through her.

She knew it was her end.

But did she care?

No.

All she cared for, was to hug her siblings till either the hot embrace of the fire took her away, like it took her brother. Or the warm blood seeping from her one too many injuries drained her life away from her.

In all of this madness; she thought of one thing.

Death is warm.

She turned her head to her left, her youngest, six year old sister lay lifeless. Her brown hair caked with her own blood, her eyes closed tight in pain and her lips pulled into a cry. The tear marks on her cheeks continuously rubbed the salt on the wounds of their eldest and beloved sister. Reminding her that her sister wasn't given a quick death.

None of her siblings were.

Another harsh cry left her dry and scratchy throat as she pulled her sisters small corpse to her chest.

Her eyesight was beyond blurry. The fire licking away at her home but an orange and yellow light in the distance and for a moment, she thought of it being warm and like a mother's embrace. But a frown scrunched her eyebrows- a mother wouldn't give pain to children with her embrace.

The stinging sensation in her eyes from the smoke and ashes was kept at bay by her tears.

She turned her head to the right, her nine year old little brother lay there, his brown eyes wide open with horror and anger, a bullet hole going straight through his heart.

Her own heart felt as though it was being pulled and wrenched. She lightly shut his eyes close and pulled him up to her chest as well, her tears never stopping.

And then she crawled forward towards her younger brother, a fifteen year old. Seeing his smile again made her cry louder, her wails now like that of a whales' song.

They both had been running outside, the corpse of her sister in her younger brothers' arms and the corpse of her little brother on her back. Hoping to give them a proper burial and mourn properly for them, they had fled, never willing to leave any of their sibling behind.

Never.

Yet their servants, who had now long escaped, had ran by them, shoving and pushing them out of their way to life.

She was infuriated at them.

They had stomped on the lifeless bodies of her little loves. And had stepped on her and her younger brothers wounds. His were- in her mind, so much more worse. Yet they stomped on him, his already little life left vanishing like the wisps of smoke on a candle.

She laid beside her year younger brother and hugged him close, her other siblings laying on top of her and her other arm.

And waited till death consumed her.

And it did.

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Chapter two; completed