2 Ryan Heatherstone P.2

After around half an hour that seemed like decades, with the help of some of the neighbours using water magic to slow down the flames, the fire ended up dying.

I was standing there, next to the front door, crying. Crying because of the loss of my parents, but I was also sad because of the short time I got to spend with my only family, the only people I had loved in my 6 years of life, the only ones that cared about me. I obviously had some friends from the village but I never got on really well with them because of the fact that I had no magic and they already did.

"Poor kid, he's all alone now, he had no other family, right?" "They had it coming, we all new his father had gotten himself into some shady business" "Well, that's not my problem" "Gotta go, still have things to do" - those were the things I overheard from the people watching but I wasn't paying attention, I was more focused on the house, or what was left of it.

I walked in, scared of what I was about to see. Although it was a thing I new I had to do, I was scared for my life, but I still went in.

When I walked inside, the doorframe almost fell on top of me, it was that bad. The first thing I felt was the smell, it smelled bad and there was a lot of smoke in the air. I looked at the floor, the walls, ceiling, it was all black, burnt. Tears were streaming down my face while I saw what had been left of the place I used to call home. There was almost nothing left of our old closet, the clothes inside had all been incinarated, there were some pieces lying around on the floor.

Then, I saw them.

Their 2 bodies lying on the ground. They were completely black, their skin was burnt all over, I could only see their backs but I couldn't dare turn them around. They weren't moving, they were limp, they weren't breathing, nor their heart was beating.

Then it hit me, they were dead, gone. I fell to my knees and I cried, I cried my heart out, everyone could hear me in the hole neighbour, I could scream pretty loud. Tears dropped on their dead bodies but they still didn't move. The only people that had cared about me and the only ones I cared for in my life had died.

When I was done with the crying I looked around, everything was burnt. The fish rod I used to catch fish for lunch with my father was nowhere to be seen, probably incinarated. I also couldn't find my bug collection, nor the net I used to catch them. All the food was probably gone and I was still hungry, I hadn't had my breafast yet. I had nothing to eat and in this world, it wasn't easy to earn money, so I didn't know what I would do.

"Here, have some of this, you'll need it" - said Jerry as he offered me some of his "daily" bread. He was the man that saved me from the fire. I looked up at him with gratitude, I didn't talk to him often, although I would say hello to him in the morning or whenever I found him on the street, he was a good guy but poor, as we all were.

"Thanks" - I didn't know what to say, so I just offered my gratitude. The bread wasn't really good, in fact, it was pretty bad but I was used to it. He gave me a pretty big chunk of it, so I was quite full for the time being.

"Come on, help me carry them outside, we'll give them a proper burial" - he said as he placed his hands under my fathers shoulders.

"Ok" - I said as I grabbed hold of my mother and pulled. I was pretty small, although I was a bit taller than the kids my age but I didn't have the strength, so it was hard, however, Jerry came to help me.

"No, I can carry her alone, I don't need your help" - I said before he could do anything.

"Ok but careful with the doorstep, it is really fragile and you don't want to hurt it don't you?" - said Jerry with a tone full of concern.

We got my parents outside and headed for the little fields close to our village were the cementary was. We obviously couldn't carry them all the way, so we used the cart Jerry had.

We didn't say a thing the hole way but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence, it was more of a "funeral" silence. We, or I, was grieving for my parent's death.

The cementary was this little brown and old field, a few kilometres from a the main city, surrounded with a grey iron fence. It was pretty boring, it wasn't that big, although every family in the village had at least a place were they could place the loved ones they had lost.

The place was really dirty, I suppose no one visted it nor cleaned it, so that was bound to happen. I had never come here in my life, it wasn't like I wanted to or had to.

"Why are you helping me? I have barely talked to you before, is it pity?" - I asked with a frustrated and saddend tone.

"It's none of that, I just wanted to help a young man in trouble, your parents also helped me many times before, especially your dad, so I couldn't leave their only son just like that" - He cassually replied.

"Oh well, thanks, I suppose" -I said while looking at my parents' dead bodies. They were covered in an old white sheet we got from Jerry's house.

"Always happy help, now, help me grab those shovels so we can dig the grave, cause I don't have an affinity for earth magic" - he told

"Ok" - I said while heading to the place were he told me the shovels were supposed to be.