Death Of A Family

[*Elusa]

You find yourself playing with a doll in a small, dimly lit room in the city. Your mother and father sit at the dinner table, discussing business matters that your child's mind intuitively tunes out. You feel the doll's hair, coarse hair made of yarn. You imagine in that moment that you are not poor, nor hungry, and that the doll's hair is actually made of real hair, its dress a fine, elaborate silk dress instead of dirty cotton. And you imagine yourself wearing a similar dress, one fit for a princess, because in that moment, you feel like a princess. Your parents always told you you were their princess, and their love made you feel like one. You remember them buying you the doll, and although they never told you, you knew it cost them. You recall there being less food on your parents' plates that evening, although they gave you the same as always.

Suddenly you feel a spark at your fingertips. For a second you think it was from brushing the doll too much, but soon after, two more sparks follow. Soon sparks are continually flowing from your hands, circling around them. Your doll bursts into flames and falls to the floor. You cry out as pain fills every vein in your body. Your cries draw the attention of your parents, and over your pain, you can just barely hear your mother say with a gasp, "She's awakening." She and your father hesitate, and you can see fear in their eyes. Their hesitation costs them, as soon the growing energy in your hands condenses. You try closing and shaking your hands, your mind filled with both pain and fear of your own. But your attempts are in vain, as the energy explodes outward, plumes of flame filling the entire room. The last thing you hear before you black out is screaming as your parents are engulfed in flames.

When you recover, your sight is completely filled with flames. Though they seem to ignore you, everything else they touch burns. The smell of sulfur fills your lungs. You crawl through the flames to reach your parents, but instead what you find are two bodies that can't even be said to resemble your parents. Tears flow like a river down your cheeks as you touch their burn-scarred bodies. Their clothes have been burnt away, as well as their hair. Their bodies are locked in the twisted agony of their final moments. You can't stop sobbing as you force your eyes away from the twisted corpses. You taste your own tears, salty, bitter tears carrying traces of soot. You cough as you make your way through the flames. You no longer care if they consume you, though they merely dance around you as if mocking you. You stagger towards the door, feeling both mental and physical anguish. As you open the door, the memory vanishes.

[*Ariella]

Trissa attached a note to this one as well for sarah!.

"This is Melissa's entry stone please review it when you have the time!"

[*MimiFearthegn]

Sasha came out of the vision with tears in her eyes, and sniffled a few times before penning a response:

Dear Melissa,

Welcome to the Society of Sensation! Your initiation stone was so beautiful, and sad. I'm so sorry. Your badge will be waiting for you the next time you come to the Festhall.

Sincerely,

Factotum Sasha Andor