#heavenrose

By part one, I mean that this chapter is in no way shape or form complete. This is just a large and emotional chunk that I don't want to ruin with what else is to come. So the other parts will be what happens directly after this and should be read as one whole. I just wanted to post this huge emotional thing first.

No.

No.

This couldn't be happening. No. It's not real. No.

"Momma!! Poppa!!" Valkyr ran. He ran with all his might, to the place where smoke rose in huge clouds from between the trees. From where his house should be. It couldn't be real. It couldn't. He ran to save what was already gone, what was no longer there and could never be saved. He ran, because if he didn't run to save it, then what would he have left in this world? A memory of giving up hope when there still was the hope of finding and saving them. He could save them.

His memory failed him. Trees weren't where he thought they should be, instead in front of him, in the way. He stumbled, tripped, fell, many times, desperate to make it home. Maybe they hadn't been inside. Maybe they were fine. He wouldn't know if he didn't get there. Behind him, towards town, he hears sirens. Someone has seen the smoke. Oh God. God, no. How long has he been running now? The pounding of his feet against the forest floor and the pain shooting through his legs as low plants ripped and tripped him.

heavenly-defender says hello!

littlecakegirl says hello!

a-clatter-of-blue says hello!

sango-dreamer says hello!

rare-blue-rose says hello!

Ah, there's people! Valkyr doesn't know really how to respond to them yet, after all the last time he spoke to a stranger, the person had tried to kill him. Of course, Aim had ended up being fairly nice and not very dangerous at all.

What was the chance of running into a dangerous person more than once? He could risk it if it meant he would have friends. Overhead, it started to snow softly, and Valkyr smiled to the strangers warmly.