Anastasia ran and ran all night back towards the smoke that was coming from the distance and littered the night sky. Ava was close behind and Michael reluctantly ran along with them. She was close enough to hear the hiss of fire now, like a dragon standing over the forest, it’s red breath covering it. And the smell, it punctured her nostrils and went straight into her lungs. She could barely contain from coughing, she felt the sharp smell of burning wood and blood creeping around the trunks of the trees that yet survived and attack her. The flames were rising higher and higher with each minute, their devilish hairs brushing the orange and brown leaves of the trees, they fell slowly as they burnt to crisps and their ashes filled the air, almost choking Anastasia. The small piles of leaves
