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.