I shut the journal and climb out of bed. The cold wooden floor below my feet chills me. I wrapped up in the quilt and grabbed the metal handle of the candle holder. I walk to the window to see a orange glow outside and the smell becomes more potent than before. My heart beats faster than the trot of a million full grown stallions.
"MOTHER! FATHER!" I yelled as I dashed toward my sleeping parents my night gown and quilt sways with the swift movement
A horse could be heard Whickering outside all with a familiar fool raving political nonsense
"PARISH KING CARTER SCUM! LONG LIVE KING EDRIC!" Said that same man who had taken the dearest friend I had so long ago as he shattered a bottle of kerosene and lighting it with a flaming touch blocking our main exit
My parents wee quick to wake and they rushed toward me both will fear in their soft caring eyes. The flaming roof came crashing down separating me from them. Smoke lingered thick and suffocating.
"BIANCA!" Mother cried as she inhales smoke
Father grabbed the small hatchet by the fireplace and shattered a window releasing some smoke and clearing it up
"Bianca! Take the hatchet! break the windows!" Father yelled tossing the small axe to me
I quickly did so sending class across the floor for my bare feet to step on
I heard screaming coming from the other room and quickly run back to the door frame despite the shards of glass. A flaming beam crashed on mother as she screamed in agony father burned his hands pushing it off his dear wife
"NO! MOTHER!" I sobbed banging on the frame of the door
"Bianca! *cough*get out *cough* of here!" Father yelled as he chokes on the thick captivating smoke
"NO! I WON'T LEAVE YOU!" I scream
Father coughs frantically and starts wheezing uncontrollably to the point he crawls to the flaming door frame. Father puts his hand through the blaze to reach for me.
"It's time to avenge your family and start your journey, remember what I taught you save yourself and check the barn then it'll be clear to you what your fate is! I love you" father was able to wheeze out before collapsing
"NOOO!! " I scream at my dead and unresponsive parents
I back away horrified by what I just witnessed but I snap to reality once the door frame falls sending hot ash towards me. I cough then grabbed my leather satchel and shove my brothers journal ,the photo on his night stand and his special crafted metal sword father forged for him and the hatchet in my hands and jump out the window just barely escaping before my home set full blaze
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On my honor
Fantasywar is truly something that's never ending, for Bianca it's all she knows after the young death of her brother. with Bianca's father now missing a son Bianca fills his place and learns the talent of swordsmanship to avenge her brothers death, but as...
