Her Tales

Like a rock she stood in front of the howling fire, as if she wanted to witness the fierce scene that brought a smile to her face without ounce of regret to see them getting burned alive. The ones who took her in, but the way they treated her was inhuman, like a prisoner who had but to die in the jail. She was a girl with golden hair, blue bell eyes with bruises covering her fragile body. But after the deadly scene she bathed with their lifeless dry ashes in accountance to leave a mark of her new freedom that was like the stars out of reach. Now all her struggles were over....but the real story was yet to began....