The moon hid behind the haze of a world catching fire. The air smelled of dirty tricks of a jealous family dispute.

The embers glowed brighter, the flames rose higher, the grass turned black in sorrow.

A little girl stood orphaned, watching the fire rise, the dying embers starting a fire in her heart.

Three weeks, three brothers died in three neighboring towns. Their houses were set on fire, their families engulfed in the blaze.

A little girl watched each house go down, as the rising smoked tamed her heart’s flames.

This time the air smelled of sweet vengeance.


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