[kirill]

This is still a WIP.

Anyways, it's Tentua when she gets out of the den, staring at her father, who went back into the flames to save her mother.
Tentua is not my charcter. She is a Kiamara I am trying for.

No.
No. This can’t be happening.
I stood there, frozen, as the greedy tongues of fire ingulfed the entrance to our den.
I dashed into the tunnel that led into another section of the den, where my mother and father were sleeping. I jumped as another boom of thunder rumbled outside, making me jump. My head hit the roof of the narrow tunnel. Some dirt crumbled down to the ground.
My eyes widened. I have to get them out before the tunnel crumbles!
I emerged out of the tunnel. “Mom! Dad!” I screamed. “There’s a storm and fire and-“
My parents jerked awake. “What’s wrong!?” My mother asked.
“Storm! F-fire!” Was all I could manage. Smoke had started to tickle my nostrils. Now it had filled my throat, strangling me I couldn’t breathe. My father dashed into the tunnel; I followed him, and my mother was right behind me.
Another crash of lightning.
But this time, something wasn’t right.
A tree was falling.
“Run!” my father screamed at as. We ran as fast as we could towards the exit. I could see the light of the exit, we were almost out-
A big crash.
The dirt behind me crumbled, just as I leaped out of the tunnel, crashing down and blocking the exit. I yelped as my tail got caught, but I tore it out with great pain. My eyes widened with horror as I realized something.
“Dad! Mom’s still in there!” I cried. “We have to go back and help!”
My father walked up to me. I could see tears welling in his eyes. I had never seen my father cry before.
“Tentua.” he told me.
“I will get you out. When I do, you must run. Run as far as you can, away from here. Run until you are safe.
“I will try and get your mother out. Okay?”
When I didn’t reply, he yelled again, “Okay!?”
I just nodded, my teardrops falling on the steaming earth.
Grabbing me by the scruff, he ran into the fire.
I screamed in pain, but it was over in a heartbeat.
“Run.” I just stared in despair as my fathers black tail tip disappeared ito the flames for the last time.
And I ran.
Ran, ran as far as my little tiny legs could carry me, past the falling trees, past the greedy tongues of fire as they licked my paws.
Eventually I reached a clearing, where I collapsed. Maybe this is all a dream, I thought in despair, gripping to what little hope I had left. I’ll wake up to find all this is just a nightmare.
And I blacked out.
But I was alive, and that was all that mattered.