"Alright, we need to go to the right, as quickly as we can." - Sylvia
Putting me down safely, Sylvia takes the lead as we run toward the front gate of the burning village. Embers fly above our heads, catching the thousands of leaves and branches alight, blazing a road toward the sky. The crackling of wood as it burns and chars fill my ears as the flames dance beside me, pulling me deep down a burning path.
Sweat piles along my forehead and even if I brush it off to the side, it forms again instantly. The tips of my hair singe as we delve deeper into the flames. My skin becomes like the desert, as cracks form all over. Not even my saliva can keep up with the heat, as it dries the instant I try to wet my lips.