User blog:Valentin girl/Unknown mask

He was everything I had. He was my last in my life. And now, he is gone.

The city, with it's huge buildings, were crashing down, crumbeling like children's block toys when it is smashed. Dust came around and lifting itself up towards the sky, trying to escape the hell fire that was raging down. It felted like we were in hell. And it was.

Everything in flames. A bloody pile everywhere you looked at. I knew that my father was there. He said he would be. Fighting. Fighting for justice. And I know HE would be there as well. Father told me so. I would battle with my father also, but he said, that it isn't my time yet.

Before the battle even strated, I was happy with my family. I had a happy life then. My mother and father, as I once asked them, meet each other long ago. They feel in love and after three years, they married each other. Then a year ago, they got me. Their first child. They saw me how I grow fast, making my first steps, and my first words. I was their precious thing.

They always said, that I had my mothers eyes and the shape of her face, while I was all like my father. I loved them both. Then, it all changed.

I remember running for my life with some people that were living with us. My mother was with me, pulling at my arm and running as fast as we could. To a safe place, a senctuary, where we would be unharmed.

The people were hiding in a cottage and my mother left me by the people. I didn't wanted her to leave, but she said she will be back. She kissed my cheek tender as I could feel her hot tears touching my cheek. I did not know why she was crying, and I couldn't ask her, because she left in a hurry.

There was a sealed window, with some cracks around. In one spot I could see a crack big as my eye and I could peek. I saw the outer place. So dim and cold. I heard some noises but couldn't know what they were or where the are coming from.

I suddenly saw my father at the center of the dusty ground, dancing gracefully with his weapons near him as he battled the monster. It was big, and dark. I was scared of him. My father fought great, but he was then slammed to the ground and was wounded. Then I could see her. My mother. She was running, running away from the hidious beast, wanting to come to the sanctuary. Or so I thought. She came to my father and grabbed his weapons as he was down. She swinged gracefully at the beast, but in the last split second, she was slaughtered.

Blood gushed everywhere on the place. I paralized by the view, my eyes were twiching and I almost screamed my mothers name, when someone from the folks covered my mouth so I could only mummble. But my tears were pouring down. Leaking like heavy rain.

In some hours, the monster went away. My father was badly injured, and in three days, we burried my mothers body. I was only five years old. And I could see the first time how a person died. A person that I loved. I was ripped appart.

After my father was curred, he wanted me on his training. So I could protect myself. Father showed and helped me varrious tricks and skils. I already known the techiqes till my seventh birthday.