Via the Word of The Day Challenge

Hiding in the trees was my childhood home and if I was needed you could find me there.When the bells rang that day, I ignored the eerie sound of the somber moment.

Not until I realized that the town was on fire did I feel uneasy. The torches of crazed men were setting everything in sight ablaze. The reckless marching continued to get closer. But marching towards what? The smoke tried to blind me but I wished it away. And when it cleared, I could see what they wanted. They wanted me. I was about to be completely surrounded by a fiery mob and I didn’t stir until they had closed in.

Then a soft clicking noise was heard before I snapped my fingers and vanished.