User blog:ZachWadeWilson/Victor

We trudged through the snow, desperately trying to make our way through the blinding flurry of snow. Although I followed intently behind my mother I could not help but think about the events of the last few hours. Even though I struggle not to think of it, I still see her, nothing left after the spell but a flaming corpse. My father had of course tried to douse the flames to give her a proper burial but all water and all ice merely evaporated. In tears, I barely heard the sound of angry voices from behind us. Startled my father turned around and grabbed my hand. We raced as fast as we could through the drifts but the voices kept coming. My father stopped, and looked at me and I could see the fear in his eyes. He knelt down to me and took off his coat. He handed it to me and whispered “You’ll have to hide, Victor.” He placed a hand on my shoulder and I could see small drops of tears, frozen beneath his eyes. “Stay beneath the snow and don’t come out until they’re gone.” With that he stood, gazing lovingly at me like he would never see me again. Then he turned and ran toward the voices. I dug myself a small hole and covered it but just as moved the last bit of snow over my face, I heard a shot.