Another Level: The First and The Last

The Quiet

(*Daijiro is rightfully and originally owned by his Creator. The Creator of Daijiro gave permission for me to use his character in the book.
To the Creator of Daijiro, your name is way too hard for me to write, man.)

*The story is fictional and not true.*

Fire.

Smoke.

And blood-curdling screams.

Ethan froze on where he stood.
Terror embraced his form, as he did nothing but looked, as the house burned down.

His house.

The home he grew up in with his family.
His brother and sisters. His parents.

All gone.

He only watches the horrifying scene from a distance.
As the house continued to burn down, a group of cloaked figures calmly walked out of the burning building.

One of the cloaked figures held Ethan's family treasure.

The family heirloom.

A powerful Spell Book.

The group turned their attention to the two people in their group.
It was impossible to hear what they were saying, in this distance.

Tears began to trickle down Ethan's face. He very sure...that these were the people who killed his family.

A piercing war cry erupted, and an older azure-haired male appeared from the inside of the burning house, and ran towards the cloaked figures.
The azure-haired male held his father's sword.

Ethan soon identified the male as his older brother. He was alive!

Ethan wanted to scream.
Tell him to run, instead of attack.

But he was frozen. And he could only watch in anticipation.

His brother attacked one of the cloaked figures.
His attacks were weak, and the cloaked figure was able to dodge his meaningless attacks.

Seething in rage, his brother swung his sword at the figure.
The force of the sword made the figure's hood fall off.

Long, snowy-white hair bounced away from its hooded confines.
Ghostly pale skin, reflected the orange light of the rising fire from behind.
Piercing blood-red eyes stared at the attacking male.

Ethan's brother plunged his sword towards the white-haired female. The female dodged his attacks again, but this time, grabbing him by the neck and embracing him.

Ethan screamed.
But it was never heard.
Oh, how he wanted to go down the hill, and save his brother!

The female had successfully stabbed the azure-haired male by the chest with a dagger.

Ethan's brother started to sputter blood.
His blood splattered on the female's white hair.

Carefully setting his brother's body down, the female closed his brother's eyelids.