Spoiler
I wanted to do something romantic so here it is!
~pointe
~pointe
Prolouge:
He stood there looking through the cracked glass of the town-hall window, his breath distorting the picture of her standing there beyond the gate. She had her arms spread out and looked as though she was going to fly into the sky. It was time to let go. He pulled his hand from the threadbare curtain and let it fall.
“Goodbye, Fire bird” he whispered, and then turned away, walking away from the one he had protected for so long.
I (Zalia):
I laid there in the corner of the dirty room wrapped in an itchy blanket, my mind racing.
"What just happened?" I asked myself, trying to rouse myself from the shock that seemed to make me completely paralyzed.
I shook myself and stood up, looking around groggily. My mother was doctoring someone, bending close and talking to the individual with calming words.
“Mom?” I said.
Mother turned around and came over.
“What happened?” I asked.
"The house was bombed,” she replied in a cracked voice.
Father entered the room carrying an armful of slightly charred wood, laying them in the fireplace in the center of the room, striking a match and then throwing it into the wood-pile.
"So, the zombie awakes,” he joked, turning towards me and smiling at me, his eyes twinkling.
“Zombies don’t wake up,” I said, rolling my eyes and clicking my tongue. "What happened?” I inquired again.
Father sighed, resigning himself to explain the details to his oldest child. “The Uprising was discovered and the government bombed us.” His voice slowly got quieter until it was barely a whisper.
"Oh.”
The Uprising, of course! The stupid thing Father started because he wasn’t happy with the way things were run. He put thousands in danger, here in my home state of West Virginia, all because he hated the president.
"Is this what you wanted?” I spat at him, standing up and pushing my way through the crowd that had gathered in the run-down shack.
Hands tried and failed to pull me back as well as words and gesticulations attempting to reverse my steps, but I didn’t look back.

