Orange
She smiled. „Ok, then I want to wear the orange skirt this night.“ She rose and began to undress.
He sighed, giving in to his sisters sudden fancy. She would never ever change, he knew... and in some way he didn't want her to. As she was now, she was his sister. As it was now, he was secure, he was happy. To be true, he didn't really want to leave the village... he wanted to stay here with her and live on the way he had been living all of his life. But he knew that this wasn't possible, so he should be ok if Jiril would just stay with him. And, after all, they had uncle Nicar to care for them. No need to worry then....
Screaming and shouting from outside made them freeze up. Curar jumped to his feet. „What the...“
He changed looks with the girl besides him. She was thinking, obviously, considering what to do, while her brother just stared at her and waited for her to tell him. She had always been the one with the better ideas, so he had handed over decisions to her a long time before.
„Go down, I'll be right after you... I just have to dress up first...“ She wasn't fully dressed yet.
He nodded, turned and run out of the room, downstairs. The stairs lay in darkness, so he had to slow down a little bit. He felt as if it took him ages to reach the entrance room.
Empty. No one was in there, but the door was swung open. The wind carried a light odour of smoke into the room. He was just hurrying towards the door, when the shades could be seen in the smoke.
He hesitated and stood still. What-
„Curar!!“ His mothers voice.
Curarpiky blinked and realized that the men were some uncles of him, and that his mother was with them... she had a look on her face he'd never seen at her before. It made his whole body tremble with fear. “What..?” He stared. The sky upon the northern village was red like blood... it seemed to burn. No... it wasn't the sky. “Mommy... Mom, what's happened to all the houses?” He pointed to a northern direction.
His mother grabbed his hands and pushed him back into the house. “Go back..” She lured back through the smoke. “Go to your sister! You two have to hide-”
Her eyes suddenly widened. “Go!” she flustered, sinking to her knees. The boy, frozen with fear, saw his uncles sinking down as well.
Behind them, two human figures could be seen. They talked in a language Curarpiky didn't know, and their voices.... he didn't know them, either.
One of them, a tall dark haired man in his twenties, looked at the boy and smiled. “A kid, how nice...”
The other, much smaller and with long blue hair that fully covered his head, nodded. “Gives a good price, nah?” He went over with no time, gripped the boys blond hair and tared back his head. “Not yet, though...”
The taller man smiled and draw closer. “Ok, but they will...”
What did they talk about? He wanted to run away but couldn't, wanted to cry but knew it wouldn't help, wanted to...
“Now, boy...” Softly the stranger spoke, lightly rubbing the childs cheeks. “We've killed your mother... and your father... we'll kill every single member of your clan. And you now... it isn't because we hate you. Not for the sake of revenge or anything like that. It's only to make money... Curtah bodies are very well paid on the market, you know?” The man hit him right in the face, and his head smacked against the wall behind him.
How could they- what had they done? Why didn't they just kill him? Why did they tell him about their .... The wish to cry faded away when hatred flooded his mind. This bastards had killed all his family, his clan... but Jiril was still up in their room, they couldn't have found her yet... He prayed for her escape. She had to live... So he had to somewhat fight this guys, to-
The man smiled. He reached out for the Curtahs eyes and then-
Go Dear Brother
