A Children of Distant Past

“Liya, don’t be late okay!” it was a voice of a girl, “Yeah sister, I won’t! How many times I have to tell you, I’m old enough don’t worry!” The reply was of another girl.

“Gosh, she’s going to be a lady someday, I worry how she’d turn out to be!” The other girl sighed as she watched the younger girl run out of the house worry-free,

“Don’t worry much about her! She’s just like her father, wild and energetic always.” A motherly voice replied.

Everything looked like it had happened somewhere, the wounded girl stood in the centre of all the things going around, ‘What’s happening? Why I’m seeing this all?’

The other girl walked right through her to her mother who just replied.

‘Ah, right, it’s my house!’ She realised it soon.

Suddenly a few flashbacks went past her eyes, a messenger warning people, ambush, deaths of people, she and her family members getting taken away by people!

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‘Yeah, that lot happened right! But what’s going to happen to me? Am I going to die?