When the morning mist gently disperses, an old house located on the top of the mountain quietly comes into view.

It was an old and rustic house, surrounded by green trees, and the people inside were even more secluded. Except for an old servant with gray hair, no one had ever come out of the house.

The mayor himself came to visit, and all he could hear was the laughter of a child inside, and through the door slightly opened by the servant, he could faintly see a man dressed as a noble lady sipping tea in the garden.

"Meow~"

A lazy cat meow came, and before anyone could see where the sound came from, a figure like a black electric switch suddenly flashed in front of him. It leapt up the towering wall, looking down at the mayor who had been frightened by the sudden scream.

In the amber pupils, a palm-colored pupil line flickered large and small, as if to see through the person in front of him.

The dark hairs without a trace of impurities reflected a white halo in the sunlight, and the brass bell on its neck, although it looked a little old, still made a crisp sound with its movements.

The old servant looked up at the black cat in the blinding light, and its eyes were sharp and stared at the mayor. Occasionally lick his paws, and his tail wagged in the air disorderly, as if ready to pounce at any moment.

The old servant seemed to understand its meaning, nodded respectfully, then said a few words of greeting, and personally sent the mayor down the mountain.

At this time, the black cat yawned lazily and jumped back into the wall.

Inside the high walls, two children who looked to be no more than two or three years old were running and laughing in the garden. The woman sitting next to her was holding a book in her hand, occasionally looking up with a concerned gaze and a slight smile on her lips.

"Sister, you can play with me for a while~"

One of the children tugged at his sister's sleeve with his little hand in a childish voice, and said coquettishly, his little face full of anticipation.

My sister took her hand: "Okay, then I'll only play with you for a while, just for a while." ”

"Hmm!"

The little face was full of joy, and the head nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and took his sister's hand and ran to the pond not far away.

"Sister, why is your face so red?"

"Yes, yes?" My sister slapped her face with her hand indiscriminately, twisting her reddened little face aside.

Smack...

Because he suddenly twisted his head to the side and did not look at the road, he tripped over a dead branch under his feet and fell to the ground.

"It hurts..."

My sister got up from the ground and lifted her fluffy ruffle skirt, revealing her fair calves. The left knee was a little red from the fall, but fortunately there was no scratch.

At this time, the sister who was following on the side suddenly sat on the ground, covering her right leg opposite to herself, and she didn't dare to move with tears in her eyes.

She hurriedly lifted her sister's skirt, and it was the same red and swollen scar as herself.

"It's okay, I'll take you back to Mom." As she spoke, she reached out and pulled her sister up.

The small mouth pursed slightly, and the tears in the eyes swirled in the dark blue eyes.

"Poof..."The moment he got up, his puffed smiling face suddenly burst into laughter.

My sister looked at her with a puzzled expression, touched her forehead, and touched herself again.

I saw the little guy gently pluck a few shriveled leaves from the head of her face, and brushed the dust off her sister's face with her fleshy little hands.

"Sister, why are you darker than the Baron." The little one's immature voice came out again.

The "Baron" meowed at them with disdain, and jumped up into the treetops, as if angry, so that the two children could not scream.

Facing the light, the baron proudly licked his paws on the treetops, and his eyes were staring at his sister's dirty little face at the same time, squinting slightly, as if mocking, but mixed with the sunlight to reveal a touch of gentleness.

My sister hurriedly rubbed her face with her sleeve, and the mud attached to the leaves became more funny when she wiped it like this. She pinched her sister's little face, and stomped her foot at the baron on the tree: "I won't play with you today, hum!" She turned away in a huff.

I thought it would be an inevitable little awkwardness between sisters, but I didn't expect to be caught up by my sister and scratched from the back, which ended in a burst of laughter.

The sun shone warmly on the young bodies of the two, the innocent smiling faces, the faces that were almost 100% similar, and the physique that even injuries inevitably conveyed to each other.

Similar faces, voices. Not the same temper, character.

One is as hot as the sun, the other is as arrogant as the water of the deep sea...

Suddenly, the sky changed dramatically. I don't know when my eyes were blinded by dark clouds, and the sky was grayed. At this point, it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night. It was as if the darkness around him was almost swallowing everything around him. Life that had been a warm afternoon a second ago suddenly turned into hell.

In the town at the foot of the mountain, dogs barked inexplicably, and babies cried loudly.

Suddenly, there was a melodious piano sound in the distance, and the sound was so distant and graceful that it seemed that the whole town could hear it clearly. And the source of that sound is a white grand piano that sits quietly in the hall on the second floor of this hilltop mansion.

The keys were jumping rapidly, but there was one less person playing them.

The sound of the piano, the thunder, and the black oppressive sky are suffocating. And the only point of light that could be seen in front of me was the house with a roaring flame not far away.

"Why, why can't it be extinguished."

A small, isolated and helpless body standing beside it was looking up weakly at the raindrops falling from the large black clouds, and the flames in front of him that could not be extinguished by the rain.

Watching, just silently watching it burn, watching it disappear. The afternoon spent with his family turned into this terrible scene in front of him in an instant.

There was still a faint replay in his mind of his father's blood-soaked left chest, and the appearance when he threw it out of the room after setting up an enchantment for himself with the last of his strength.

And the moment the barrier opened, my father's lips trembled, as if he had finally said something to himself. But the fear and thunder made her hear nothing.

I don't know if my body was too long in the rain to collapse and couldn't move, or if that heart didn't think about rushing over to put out the fire.

“…… Don't, don't come, ah, help, save me..."

Heart-rending wails kept coming from the house, and the noisy cries for help, the sounds of blocking the outside from rushing in, lingered in my ears endlessly.

When the townspeople saw the flames on the top of the mountain, they rushed up to put out the fire before they had time to do anything. Everyone knows that if a wildfire does get bigger, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Who are the people they are shouting for, me?"

The stunned little body standing outside was muttering to itself.

"Run, run......"

The hoarse roaring did not stop, and I don't know whether to call people over or drive them away. The flaming flames suddenly wrestled with the rain, tearing at each other as if they wanted to expel each other from their territory.

Suddenly, they spotted a young figure in the distance watching everything like a dead corpse, and rushed towards it fiercely, with the wails of the house...

"No, don't!!"

An ethereal meow came out, mixed with the noise of people, the tearing of water and fire, all of a sudden, and then suddenly disappeared...

On the empty land, I don't know if it was in the distance, or if it was my own last groan.

And a sticky, blackened stain of blood...

……

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"No, don't come..."

Frightened cries accompanied by the sound of an intensified heartbeat, he woke up.

In the huge room, there was nothing but a large round bed and piles of puppets. Blazing Tide sat up from the bed with his hair all over his head, and the bear puppet in his arms was hugged as if he was about to suffocate.

His eyes looked around, and he still remembered the nightmare he had just had. The former home and family are gone forever, leaving only this fragment of the dream that keeps replaying like a slideshow. There is also the fine sweat oozing from his forehead after waking up from a dream, sticking to the black and thick hair.

That was the last time I heard my parents' voices in my memory, and now fourteen years later, the nightmare continues, and I wonder if my father is reminding me not to forget this hatred.

The old house, the rain, the thunder, and the screams that I don't know who kept making them, approached inch by inch, swallowing up the light in front of them little by little...

"Miss, are you awake?" Suddenly, a soft voice came from outside the door.

Blazing Tide didn't speak, still holding the bear in his arms in a daze. But his face has softened a little more than just now.

Seeing that there was no movement inside, the people outside the door opened the door lightly. It was a maid who came in, she looked at the unkempt Blazing Tide who was sitting on the bed and smiled slightly, put the clothes she was holding on the side of the bed, and picked up a few puppets scattered on the ground and rearranged them before coming to the bed and pulling the curtains open.

The dazzling white light poured in, and Blazing Xi grabbed the quilt and covered himself tightly and fell on the bed again. The petite body curled up, in such a room full of dolls, Blazing Tide was also like a delicate doll dressed up as a family wine.

"Miss, the master told you to change your clothes and go to the garden." The maid tugged at the quilt carefully, trying to pull it out of Blazing Tide's hand.

"Don't bother me!" Blazing Tide, who had been quietly curled up in the middle of the bed, suddenly shouted, and the maid's face changed suddenly, and she instinctively staggered back a few steps.

"Little, miss, master, he is already waiting..."The maid had already retreated to the door at this time, half-concealed outside the door, only half of her body was exposed and leaned in, looking very frightened.

After a few minutes, the maid saw that there was no sound in the room, so she crept in, and called softly as she went, 'Miss, Miss...'

Suddenly, the blazing tide raised his hand violently, and a flame the size of a bun rushed towards the maid!