Touched By The Flames Of War

Prologue

It was almost dark, and to Anisa it was

like walking through some kind of nightmare.

As she approached the house, it looked like a

tomb that would spit out some kind of

monster that would eat her. She was petrified

of dark places.

“Edgar, I don’t want to go in there it’s

creepy in there.” She felt like bugs were

crawling all over her skin.

“You’ll be fine stop whining, nobody

even lives here.” His voice was stern and cold.

“Are you sure?” Anisa asked.

“Yes, I’m sure you’ll be fine, now go in

there and get the bag we came to get.”

“But I don’t want to! I’m scared!”

“You’ll go in there and get that bag, or

I’ll lock you in the tool shed again.”

“No! I’ll do it, I don’t want to go back in

the tool shed.”

Moving in toward the dilapidated house,

and creeping up to the door, she peeked in

from the side but didn’t see anyone-no

monsters, breathing a sigh of relief she

continued inside.

She was only in the house for a minute

or two when she found the bag that her

brother had come for. It was small, the size of

a man’s fist, and it had been tucked under a

small thin mattress that lay on the ground.

Looking around, there wasn’t much here, just

a cold campfire and duffle bag with some pots

and dried fruit.

When she picked it up, there was a

clank. Looking in the bag she found there

were gems inside it, and They were beautiful,

one of them looked like a star that had fallen

from the heavens. It was glowing the brightest

blue she had ever seen. It reminded her of

Thar’con’s sun. In school the teacher called it

a blue giant. Sometimes she wished she was

living among the stars.

When she ‘came out of the house,’ her

brother was on the ground, unconscious-but

no one else was around. His head was

bleeding and there was a broken branch lying

next to him with blood on it. She frantically

shook him trying to wake him up.

Then a twig snapped ‘behind-her,’ she

turned to see standing there an old pale

skinned human woman lunging at her. The

fear welled up inside her-she closed her eyes

and put up her hands, thinking that she was

about to die. Something strange happened,

she felt this surge of energy. Her arms started

to feel warm. Then lightning spewed from her

hands.

The old woman was already so close

that the lightning hit her across the left side,

tearing through her like a knife through

butter. She screamed in pain and stumbling

forward, tripped over Edgar who was starting

to wake up. Shook his head, still foggy, and

hurting like it had been put in a vice.

“What happened?” He asked.

“You were hurt, and she was trying to

get me too.”

“Stay put, I’m going to see if she is still

alive.”

When he checked, she was alive but

barely. He decided to tell his sister that she

was dead. It might come in handy later, when

he needed her to do something else.

“Looks like you killed the old hag.”

“What?! No but I didn’t mean to! I was

just scared! I didn’t even want to come here.”

“Did you get the bag?”

She hung her head. Yelling at her now

he grabs her arms hard. “Did you get the

bag!?”

“Yes, I found it.” She began to cry as

she handed it to him.

“Good, it’s all here. Take this and put it

in my room, under my bed. I’ll get rid of the

body. Just forget everything.”

He had always had his suspicions about

his sister being one of those powered people

but now he knew it for sure. He didn’t have

powers himself. His father hated powered

people-he’s not sure why but if he had to

guess, he didn’t need one. Their father was

nice in public, but at home he’s a Bastard.

Edgar waited until Anisa was out of

sight, then he grabbed the woman by her

ankles and dragged her into the house. She

started to moan and cry asking why they were

doing this.

“Because you had something I wanted,”

he said.

“My gems!” she said.

“Yes, your gems. And it seems that you

also have powers, because I’m sure that you

appeared out of nowhere.”

She opens one eye now, but only

slightly. He pulls out his dagger, bends down,

and slowly pushes it into her gut she tries to

scream, but he puts his hand over her mouth

and holds it shut. Then he takes the dagger,

pushes it in deeper, and runs it from her gut

all the way up to her chest.

As the life drains from her there is a

quick secession of flashes in her eyes-then

nothing. He wasn’t supposed to kill the old

lady, but she shouldn’t have hit him. Now he

had to get to work hiding the body before

anyone else could find it. It took an hour to

get all the blood covered over and to bury the

body where animals can’t get to it.

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