flame (chpt3)

a little back story

I knocked three times and the door swong open, i smiled at the familiar face and at the smell of Cinnamon

" gees long time no talk" said a smiling face with brown eyes i kissed her cheek and grinned back i walked into the warm ranch style house

and into the living room; i set my bags on the floor, sat down on the warm two seater couch and looked up at her

"how are you? hows work? hows your son?

"slow down there i cant answer all of your question at the same time" she grinned

"my son is good hes doing the job, i don't see him much but its his 20th birthday next week, work ha, i could have found a more useful way

to waste my life than sorting rich peoples cloths all day but all in all i am pretty good, staying out of trouble, how about yourself?"

"im doing ok, still not used to being on my own and i fought off some slugs on my way over here"

"ya i was surprised to get your call, he gone for good huh?"

"yup well i actually hope i don't see him again if i do you know the world is at its worst and he actually needs me " i smirked

"gosh do you remember when you first told mom and dad what you where training for.....they flipped out" she paused and sat down next to me

"well how long are you planning to stay? till you find work, or till i get tired of having you sleep in my spare room and eat all my food?"

" as long as you will let me or till i find out what im going to do next, if thats ok" i took off my jacket and expanded my wings in and out.

"are the sore like they used to be?" she said curiously

"sis" i smiled "you know you what its like to have them"

"ya buts been so long sense i used mine i don't even remember what they feel like"

" what!? why haven't you used them, i know you where never really used to having them but dont let them go to waste"

she laughed and opened her pale orange wings a swoosh "there you go again" you know how i feel about them they make me feel like a freak i

have alwased like to pretend like im normal, plus i don't think there strong enough any more to hold up my body its been at least 10 years,

now its really late why don't you go unpack before we start fighting like the old times"

"I suppose your right" i got up from the couch and smiled at her "there's no use in fighting, but promise me something?"

"whats that" she said thrusting her wings back into the resting position and stared at me intently

"you have to try some time while im here with you.... i mean you know how mom and daddy would have wanted you too "

she stared at me and i could tell she was getting a little chocked up.

"i promise i will" she kissed my fore head and gracefully walked to her room

"good night genius ill see you in the morning"

"night ester" i picked up my bags and headed into the cold spare room. how is it my sister and i where so different, i remember when

mom and dad just died we all used to be so close, ester and Tristin and i, us against the world, or at least thats what it felt. i slipped my shoes

and soxs off and threw them on to the floor; the soft shag carpet ran between my toes as i walked towards the empty inviting bed, i reached over

and un zipped my duffel bag gently reaching in and pulling out my sword. "got to think of a name for you" i said as i set it on the carpet between

the bed

and the night stand. I climbed into bed pulling the soft blanket over my head which was resting comfortably on the feather down pillow, sighing a

deep sigh I dozed off to sleep. fire all around me, smoke filled the air that choked off my breath and stung my eyes, i fell low against the

floor and crawled my way to the door which was closed tight, i twisted the knob but it seared my hand, i let out a little cry for

help, on the other side of the door, i could hear the voice of my brother; Tristin, "get away from the door" he said, as quickly as i could i

inched

from the door, a moment later he kicked in the door, i got to my knees and Tristin grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. On his other

arm was my sister, Esther her eyes where glazing and watering; "Stay low" he said, ducking down, we quickly ran for the door, as the house

collapsed around us. we laied there on the front lawn gasping for air, my eyes were blurry, i couldn't tell if it was from

the smoke.

"Tristen... where are mom and dad?" i looked around

he looked at me "they didn't make it the fire came from there room" he said. i stood up and began running twords the flames, as if something i could

would help but i ran and ran i could feel my heart pounding in my chest my brothers strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me to the ground just

before i could reach the house.

"there gone" he said as he held me tight as i began crying my eyes till i couldn't get any more out.

Author's Note

ignore spelling and grammar, tell me everything you think.