The Fire That Took Everything

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The Fire That Took Everything

 

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“I name you the Serpent Knight” The Sovereign had spoken. 

 

Since that day Cirilla and Dante had become Gentry, destined to move out of the city and away from their poverty ridden child-hoods. The Lord and Lady Fontesar. They had built a house, it was beautiful. An awful shade of yellow that clashed with their neighbors the Salazars. It was perfect. 

 

The house had been built by the hands of everyone Cirilla loved. Her family started within the yellow house. Her children had grown up within its warm walls. The sounds of laughter and the kindness her family had been. 

It was all gone

 

Fire wrapped around the beams of the shuddering home. The platform where her children had bunk beds collapsed and with it, Julian tumbled to the flaming house's pits. The undead creature falling with it.. In its open ribs a cat lay in utter terror.

 

Beastie. The cat Cirilla most certainly did not wish for. Yet the damn creature continued to come back day after day. Each time the cat seemed to have more demands. Food, water, attention. . This, this was just like her children. The name had fit the feline quite well. Though the cat had grown fond of her husband, she couldn't quite blame it. She had always been somewhat difficult. 

The cat screamed, like a dying child within the smoking embers of the home. The skeletal being loomed to take over the cat and shove it within its rib cage protected. Then came the screams of Pricilla Fontesar, a girl nearing nine who was looking for her family cat. 

 

The flames grew hot, there was nothing left she had to save Tomas he was still down stairs. Cirilla raced to find him pushing through the rubble and asking softly “Please be alive” Cirilla grabbed the arms of a body, dragging it as best she could before the tears overwhelmed her eyes and the smoke plagued her face. 

 

She let go

 

Leaving the corpse behind and trying to run Cirilla pushed through the flame and rubble finding a way out a sob leaving her figure as she fell into the sandy dirt outside her beautiful home.

 

Cirilla looked upwards from the ground throwing her helm off of her head as tears breached her eyes and stained her face.

 

The beautiful yellow house was aflame and there was nothing she could do. Her family and her life was built under that roof that now killed her dear friend. 

 

Dante and Julian were taken Her mind whispered a gaze of her’s lofted as the creatures.. It was the Wick 

 

He had Dante

 

The woman watched as her husband was dragged away, the boney creature took the Sovereign as well. Within the same day her life had been full of joy, holding hands at a table and eating soup. It now filled with chaos ensued.

 

With the flames casting in the sky and the sun flourishing downwards. Cirilla recalled she had always had those three with her. 

Julian, Tomas, and Dante.

 

And now she was entirely alone.

 

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Ooc: This was a wonderful event, Thank you for the story. Here are some ss of it all

 

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Pricilla Fontesar left the night with burns marring the young childs form, and a hard-gotten half-scorched cat by the name of Beastie. Traumatized, that was for certain - she twisted and turned with cries and screams in the clinic, plagued by nightmares of what happened. Her childhood home in flames, her father dragged away and peoples screams as they burned.. It would haunt her.