The Reaper slowly slithered toward her as if like teasing her, hissing and baring it's teeth. Serra shakily lit the torch but it doesn't burn. The cold must have dampen the tip. She quickly opened the oil canister and poured the contents generously on the tip of the torch, sending a strong smell of gasoline in the air. She lit the torch again and it burns brightly and violently, devouring the tip with red hot flame.She tucked the canister into her hips and pocketed the match. She then stood up, bringing the torch forward. The Reaper stopped in the distance, wiggling it's tail and body. It's red eyes locked on Serra and it's claws glints in the sun. The Reaper hissed looking at the fire. The smoke that's coming out of its body looked like the smoke in her torch. She felt a lump in her throat and swallowed.I think this is how I die, she thought. The torch won't burn forever and prot

Mira sat on the ground just below the opening above the cave where a ray of light pierced through the room. She pulled out something from her pocket that looked like a seed, oblong and dark. "They taught me how to control my ability" Mira started.She dug a shallow depression on the ground and put the seed then covered it with dirt.Serra just stood there and followed Mira by her eyes as she stood up and headed to the water reservoir and came back with a handful of water, her two hands cupped together. Mira brought the water down where she buried the seed and sat back down."Now watch" she said excitedly.Mira touched the ground, her eyes focused.Serra couched and stared on the wet dirt. She didn't blink, afraid to miss whatever is about to happen.For a moment, there's nothing happened and then the dirt started to shook and broke at the surface. Serra gasped as a little green leaf rose up to the surface. A sprout.Serra's eyes widen in

Village of DamaccSisi bent down and fueled the hot coals with cut dried branches of tress. She blew, releasing air into the red embers and the twigs was immediately consumed by fire. She then put the pot of water above the flame. Their cabin smelled like smoke and dust.She stepped back and tied her long brown hair in a ponytail, tendrils escaping and hanged on her side. She prepared the cup and the coffee grounds on the table.Sisi was preparing her father's coffee. He will be out today for trade on the north. Her father Aiu was on the carriages, loading the goods to be traded. Her mother Fayiena was early on her laundry at the well. She's the only daughter of her parents.While waiting for the water to boil, she sweeped the dirt an

They followed her through the woods, dodging over bushes and rocks. They ran fast, hoping that no Reaper will come in their way.The fear was like an extra energy for Serra. The pain in her legs were gone or she just forgot it as the terror was painful than physical pain. The torch felt warm on her hands.Mira was beside Serra. Ahead of them were the others, running without looking behind, their minds focused.In the distance, Serra heard a faint sound. It wasn't the sound of the angry water of a river but it was like the sound of death and horror.As they drew closer, the sound grew louder and clearer: shouting, crying, wailing, and growling, the sound of misery and torment. Serra's throat felt dry.

The wind was thick and cold, sweeping through her. The sun above struggled to peak it's way through sea of thick white clouds. The cold rocks feel hard on Serras feet. She was sitting at the stone bench Niko have made. She's above the cave now overlooking the world: the wide sight of tall trees stretched into the horizon of shadows ,the river below was angrier than ever, the sound of the world was comforting and dangerous.It was a cold afternoon but the emotions swirling inside her, insulated her from feeling the cold. The world was quite and peaceful, but her mind isn't.Serra looked up to the sun and sighed. Her eyes shine brightly as the stars, her gray hair looked like silver ashes in a glowing embers of fire.She felt numb, her head took a momentary breakdown to refresh and reboo