The memories around him flashed by, and he only managed to catch but a glimpse of certain moments of the elf's life, but there was one image that remained strong in Lirael's memory…
The trees, the houses, and even the people… were all drowned in a sea of red flames, that raged throughout the whole forest, the smoke, rising up from the destruction of their houses, obfuscated her view and her breathing as the young elf girl limped her way towards her home.
The young woman fell to the ground, crying on the ashes of what remained of her unfortunate family.
And at the sight of her dead parents, even the grown-up Lirael shed a tear.
"How were you able to survive?"
Hans asked.
It wasn't a question he would've ever asked someone in his lifetime, but they were now in the plain of darkness, she was… dead.
What would the dead keep their secrets for?
"That day… I ran away, I wasn't running from the fire, I was running from home"
"Why?"
