The Color of MagicA Chapter by Katie Marie
They destroyed everything.
I stare at the ruins of a town that I used to call home. The once magnificent stone buildings are just a pile of rubble on the cracked streets. There is no sign of life. Not anymore. There are no men or women walking through the market. There are no children noisily playing games in the streets, or clinging to their parents’ hands. There is nobody. Because They destroyed the people too. Stumbling over the piles of stone, I search for something, anything, that might give me some hope. If only I had taken a photograph of my family with me before I left, then maybe I would feel like there is something worth living for. I would give anything to be able to see the faces of my mother and father smiling up at me, and I would give even more to see the face of my younger sister, Ashlyn. She was only eight years old when I had to leave. I remember it as clearly as if it happened yesterday. The sky outside is dark gray, filling the house with a dull light. Ashlyn is crying into my skirt, her shoulders shaking with sobs. “Why Kyra? Why?” she cries. I kneel down, tuck her curly, dark brown hair behind her ear, and look into her eyes. They are a brilliant green, and shining with tears. “I have to leave Ashlyn.” I say. “I love you, and one day you will understand. I’m doing this to keep you safe, and to keep Mama and Papa safe too. Please promise me that you will look after Mama and Papa, okay?” My sister nods her head as tears continue to run down her face. “Good.” I say, and give her a hint of a smile. “Now, I’m going to promise you something. I promise that I will come back for you. I promise that I will never let anything happen to you. When this is all over, I’ll be back here with you and Mama and Papa, and everything will be back to normal. This isn’t my last goodbye.” I look up and see my parents standing by the doorway. My mother is crying silently and clinging to Papa's arm. I give Ashlyn a long hug and kiss her on the forehead, then walk over to my parents to say goodbye. “Kyra...” my father begins, but I cut him off. “I have to do this papa,” I tell him, “it’s the only way. You know that as well as I do.” My father nods his head gravely. “I know that Kyra, but I wish there was another way. You’re only 16 after all. I just can’t stand the thought that I might lose you forever.” I don’t want to go, but if there’s any hope of ever finding a way to fix this, then I have to. Trying not to show how terrified I am about what I’m about to do, I give my parents a last hug and kiss, then grab my bag and walk out the door. That was two years ago now. I didn’t know then that it would be my last goodbye, and it’s all because of the color of magic. © 2012 Katie MarieAuthor's Note
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16 Reviews Added on February 24, 2012 Last Updated on September 28, 2012 AuthorKatie MarieHippyville, WIAboutI was introduced to this site by a friend who is an amazing writer. Thank you to my friend Cheyenne. About my writing: I don't ever write poems that rhyme. (So, if those are the poems you like to .. more..Writing
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