Somewhere in the middle of a forest in the USA 3 a.m:
She just stands there, paralyzed, staring at the flames. They gape and seem to come closer and closer, as if they wanted to devour her, just like the little house. Little flaming devils who seem to conquer her old life bit by bit and know no mercy. She doesn't know whether to scream, cry or be angry. On herself, on her mother or on her, because she persuaded her to leave despite her reservations? What the hell, right now she's like a stone, feels nothing. How could she?
A few hours ago:
"So he draws his sword and prepared for the last fight. . . END. "
"Whaaat? Oh, no. That can't have been the second book of "The prince and lady darkness", yet," he sulked. A little blond boy half asleep.
"Oh, yes. Seems so. And that also means bedtime. And don't be so sad. The third book will be released, soon.", she says and smiles while she puts the book asi