WARNING: This is very dark. If you are easily scared, do not read this. If you will be bothered by the death or blood the do not read this. It’s not to descriptive but still, be aware. Heartbreak I sink my fingers into the damp earth. The tears burn my cheeks with salt. My family is dead. But somehow, I am not. Magyari swoop above me, screaming with horrible joy. I see my sister’s chest rise and fall slightly and I drag myself to her. “Yara?” I choke out. “L-lou?” Yara says softly. “I’m here.” I whisper back. “I want to go home…” she says. “We will.” I say. “We’ll find you a healer, and we’ll never come back here again. We can go far away where no one will hurt us and we can just fly without fear of death.” She smiles, even though I can see a long bloody gash stretching across her body. She’ll bleed out if I don’t help her. “That sounds… nice…” She says, barely audible. I grab her hand, and clutch it close. I never want to let go of her again. “I’ll see you there…” she says. The steady rise and fall of her breath is gone, and I know she is dead. My sister is dead, and it is all my fault. I hear the magyari sing up in the sky. No doubt they are thrilled to have a meal. At first I try to stop the tears, but it’s no use. I cry. Scream, really. I scream and scream. I let the pain work its way into my bloodstream and it makes me so sad and so angry and I can’t even process it all. Rain begins pouring and I quickly start to grab all the dry wood I can. I stand in the rain. I’ve made a bonfire with sticks I gathered from the woods. I begin to speak even though only the rain is there to listen. “Today we honor the lives of the Demaris family. Especially Yara. She is-was my sister and I love her more than anything. We weren’t perfect, but… at least we had each other.” I start to cry again “I don’t know what else to say.” The rain pours over me. I must leave. The magyari will come back tonight. I don’t know why they didn’t attack me before, but I’m not taking any chances. Flying in a storm is dangerous, but honestly, I couldn’t care less. I rise into the sky, and head towards the city. As I fly through the sky, I look backwards and I see the smoke from my fire rising in through the clouds. Even though it’s raining, it has not gone out. I decided that I will find a job. I will make a life. After that, I’ll see my sister again.
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