Slowly and silently her eyes dropped and the exhaustion she felt took it toll. Before she could react she was falling asleep outside of her village. She knew her parents would worry but that’s what they got for forgetting about her since her younger sister had been born… if they even noticed that she was gone that is.

Soon after she had fallen asleep she awoke to the smell of smoke. She got up quickly to make sure it wasn’t another forest fire and when she got up she saw the smoke was rising and forming a menacing cloud over the far end of her village. Fear quickly filled the young girls heart as she realized her home was the only one that far out from the main district.
With every bit of force she could muster she ran the ½ mile to her home and exactly what she had feared met her. Her home was engulfed in flames and everything she ever knew with it. Panic soon followed the fear as she heard angry shouts coming from behind her. She turned around hurriedly and saw a mob of the villagers holding torches and yelling things like “good rid dens!” and “hells spawn should burn in it own fire!” but the thing that stood out the most to her was the man that stood in front of her house and smiled.
She ran over to him and stared at him her eyes pleading why and the only answer she got was a half covered face and blood red eyes glance back her. Suddenly a thud entered her ears from her left closer to her fire engulfed home. She turned to look and saw a completely charred body fall out. On impulse she ran over to see who it was.
Her knees buckled at the sight; her mother’s body burned beyond recognition and a soft rasping sound escaping her mouth at uneven intervals. “Mom…” she said not wanting to believe it and tears beginning to form in her eyes.
“A…mo…ru” she rasped each syllable seeming to pain her.
“Mom don’t force yourself to speak it’ll be ok I promise.” She lied tears falling down her cheeks blurring her sight. That she was thankful for.
“It… is … you.” Her mother rasped sounding a little happy. “Don’t cry… you don’t look pretty… in tears.” She forced the words out.
“I promise I will never cry again if you just stop talking I know it hurts you.” Amoru pleaded with her mother.
Her mother let out a small laugh and then went silent. Her body limp and her deep green eyes closed, Amoru knew that she wasn’t going to get up ever again, nor would she smile, and be the first person she saw in the morning ever again. She was gone to never come back again.