Luce - 8
It was the smell of long winter nights inside with a glass of warm milk and some bread. It was the smell of the fireplace back home, crackling and warming up the room.
But this time, it was hellbent on burning us up alive.
"Fire!" I yelled as the fiery glow began to seep out from the trees. The smoke was already making its way towards us, the thick grey mist threatening to suffocate us. We all quickly got up and I slipped my hand into Edur's, what seemed like an old, natural routine. He grasped it tightly and with Alen, we began running away from the trees.
The smoke stung our eyes and burned our throats. The dull, throbbing pain of my ankle soon turned into a searing hot burning feel.
"We have to get in the water, the fire won't reach us there," I said, coughing.
"But we'll be sitting ducks there! What happens when trees start falling into the lake too," Alen yelled back.
Everything was blurring together and to keep running forward no longer seemed like an option when it was hard to tell exactly where 'forward' was.
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