The Fire

She looked out upon the burnt field of her once home.  A realm she worked years of existences to make for her and her family.  Quickly destroyed by rouge beings on a war path.  Kneeling down she ran her fingers through the burnt earth and sighed.  A single tear drop cascading from her cheek, hitting the now barren earth reflected the memories past.1

Walking into the shell of her once warm house, she sat on the window sill looking out into her empty realm.  To the west a vast forest once grew with winding paths and lush green earth.  Now only charred trunks lay in waste.  Outlining the path were willow tree’s, her daughter’s favorite place to play, weaving in and out of the hanging branches.  For hour’s it seems her daughter would play with other children, planting flowers or singing silly songs.  They were never alone, so she had no need for worry the Forrest creatures who used her forest as a safe haven would walk and live among them.  Now none of the beloved creatures could be found.  It was also one of her favorite places to be. She has her own small get away deep withing the lush Forrest where the sun beams would hit everything just right and shed a warming golden glow between the branches.  There she crated a small pond with the step bridge and flowers grew abundant.  As the children got older she would find herself there more than anywhere else.  That to had been destroyed.   Laughter always filled her world, now all the was left was silence.2

To the east she followed what was left of her stone path to the once pristine crystal waters of her cove.  Even the tall waterfall which fell with such peacefulness onto the rocks and water below had stopped flowing.   If you were to stand anywhere in her realm and take a deep breath you could smell the salt of the water and the flowers that bloomed around them.  The water was always alive with life.  Used as a place to cleanse one’s soul, play along the rocks or converse with the water creatures  who called this home.  She always enjoyed watching her children play among the cool mist that surround the water.  She even remembered the first time she caught her son with his first love nestled underneath the falls within the small cave.  She stood there for a moment stunned yet amazed at the love and admiration he gave to her.  If nothing else she was proud of him, because he was not afraid to let himself love like his father was.  Softly she laughed to herself at what happened  when she slowly tried to back away to let them be. She had stumbled backwards on the thick green moss that grew on the rocks and fell into the water.  She was so busted and knew it.  All involved were embarrassed but laughed at it even to this day.  Now replacing the clear water was a black substance that smelled of tar and the only mist that surrounded wasn't even a mist at all, it was a thick grey fog.  The water which once reflected the ever changing sky color now reflected nothing but pain.  3

The only fire still left burning was  in the fire pit.  Here countless times family and friends gathered to share life, love, laughter, headaches and food.  It was   place where you could speak freely without fear with aid of wine.  In the center of her realm, anywhere you stat you could look out into all points of it and from all points see the fire pit.   The house to the north, filled with the glowing lights of family or to the east her cove of waterfalls and flowers.  Looking to the west you could watch the children at play or the wind flow through the forest tress or to the south, this vast space filled with flowers of all kinds and far off in the distance caves and mountains stood and her former students home, in which they stayed while guiding them.  They to were as much family as her own blood and often visited.  That home to was destroyed, you could still see the smoldering smoke.  Thankful that her realm was almost empty at the time of the attack she hoped those who were still here found a refuge.4

Leaving the window she began to rummage through the rubble of her home.   Homemade furniture, clothing, artwork, all destroyed.  All her memories gone only left within her mind.  Throwing a blackened chair she lashed out in anger.  Asking why this place?  Why these creations each one a living breathing piece of myself and my family?  What more do I have to loose?  Breathing heavily  she allowed herself to fall to the floor covering herself in dark ash.  Resting her hands on the floor she began sobbing and beating her fist against the floor relentlessly.    Slamming an open palm down she felt the hot pain of a cool blade slick her palm.  Brushing the ash away she found what looked like the only thing that survived.  Her daughter’s first and most prized sword.  When her daughter went off to fight in the first battle’s she used this sword.  She had created it for her and kept it a secret until she was ready to leave.  Thankful something survived she used it to steady herself as she stood to walk out the house.5

Walking to the smoldering fire in the pit she stood for a time she couldn't’t count and just looked into the flames searching for the answers to the many questions she demanded to know the answers to.  Finally sitting she began to sob, calling out to her children as she watches the last of the life in her realm fade.             6

Finding their mother the siblings whipped her ash streaked tears and finally looking around their once safe haven they all began to sob as they held their mother.  All the memories of times passed flowed between them and with every tear drop that fell a flower bloomed and life started anew.7