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Ryan ducked inside his house, hoping the neighbours wouldn't spot him. He walked into the kitchen and showed his mother the bread he had brought at the market.
"Here. The baker nearly didn't sell to me," he said with a sigh. "But, I convinced him."
His mother nodded and smiled at him.
"I'll send Rosy next time. She might have better luck," she said. Ryan frowned.
"You sure? She's only ten," he said. "The baker might take advantage of her."
"Yes, but that's better then not getting food. And you know I can't go." It was true, Ryan's mother had to stay in the house because her amputated leg wouldn't let her go anywhere. She did her best, mending and doing all she could from home, but with his father gone, Ryan did most of the work. The problem was, no one wanted him. His power was the reason, the people feared him. And so they struggled alone, ridiculed and scorned by the villagers.
"I guess," Ryan said. "But I still think I should go." His mother shook her head, and he helped her to the table. Rosy skipped into the room, happy and cheerful as always.
"Ryan!" she said, smiling. She ran to him, and hugged him. Ryan huffed, the air rushing out of him with the force of her hug.
"Good to see you too, Rosy," he said, once he got his breath back.
After a minuscule dinner of bread and butter, they retired for the night. Rosy chatted to Ryan, telling him about her day, but soon she fell asleep. Ryan stayed awake much longer, thinking of ways to make his family's life better, and trying to figure out a way to not let Rosy go to the market, and still get food. Eventually, he slipped into slumber without even noticing.
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He was woken by....something. It was still dark outside, around midnight, nothing should be awake. He frowned, trying to find what woke him. He shrugged, it was probably just the wind. Lying back on his bed, he tried to sleep again.
A few minutes later, he pushed his blanket off. It was much to hot for- wait a second. It was early spring, still to early for it to be this hot. He frowned, slipping out of his bed. Walking to the door, Ryan opened it, and looked out. Nothing. He walked back to his bed and retrieved his dagger, though his power would be enough. Then he slipped through the small one story house to the front door.
Upon reaching the door to the kitchen and living room, he stopped. There was a strange sound on the otherside, similar to the fire they had in the kitchen. He placed his hand on the handle, and jumped back with a cry. The wooden door was burning hot.
Then it hit him. The house was on fire. He spun around, running to his mother's room. As he ran, he heard the shouts from outside.
Thank goodness, they're coming to help, he thought, bursting into his mother's room. He cried out at what he saw. Flames where licking at the bed, and his mother was on the ground, a large wound on her head.
Ryan ran to her, and saw the bloody stone by her head. He picked her up, she was smaller then him, and carried him to his room.
Where's the fire brigade! Why aren't they helping, he thought.
Wait a second, why was there a stone in mothers room? Panic was starting to set in, so he closed his eyes, and called on his power. He suddenly felt calm again.
With his new sense of calmness, he realised what the people where shouting.
"Freak! Freak! Burn!"
"Cowards!" he muttered.
Reaching his room, he opened the door. It was the only room in the house that the fire hadn't reached yet.
"Rosy! Get out!" he shouted to his sister. She nodded, and ran to the window. She struggled to open the shutters, and turned back to him.
"I can't!" she cried.
Ryan nodded, rushing towards her. As he did a flaming beam fell behind him, igniting the floor. Rosy screamed. Ryan calmed himself again, and lay his mother on his bed. He pried open the window, and called for Rosy to come.
The roof was now on fire, and threatening to collapse. He turned, and was about to go back for his mother, when a hand grabbed him and pulled him out of the window.
He struggled out of the strangers grip, trying to stand. But the stranger grabbed him again.
"If you go in, you die!" she shouted.
"I have to! My family!" Ryan said, struggling out of her grip again. He jumped up, and as he did, the roof began creaking and groaning. It fell with a crash, buring Ryan's family under the rubble.
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NO!" he screamed, then a log from the fire hit him and all went black.
I'll get it up, tonight maybe if not, tomorrow some time. I'm glad you like it.