I shiver in my loose sweatshirt as yet another gust of ice cold wind surges through the collapsed door. A slim figure bends over the fallen piece of wood, franticly trying to put it back up. "Th-they're c-coming for u-us," I stutter, mostly to myself. The figure successfully lifts the door up, only for it to slip off. They make their way over to me and pull their hood down. Turning towards them, I see the familiar face of my twin sister, looking back at me, her oddly amber eyes seeming to glow with warmth. "You 'k?" she asks, seemingly unaffected by the wind buffeting through our small house. If you could even call it that; we lived in a one bedroom house where everything seemed to be smaller, especially when you have to share it with a sibling who demands equal, or more space than you. I let out a humorless snort, and my sister- Leonora -gives me an odd look with deep amber eyes. I return her gaze with baleful ice blue eyes. Her gaze was unsettling me, to much like our mother's-no-I cut the thought out of my head. We don't think about that, my mind chides me. But it's too late. I'm sucked into a memory probably about 10 years ago. I was six. My mother grins down at me-no, us- me and Leonora. Her amber eyes so soft, safe, so much like home. I sob escapes me, I try to choke it back and turn away but Leonora pulls me to face her. "Aella, get it together." Aella, Aella, Aella, the name echos in my head, greek for 'whirlwind', as I was a rambunctious baby. "Aella." Leo repeats. "Look at me. It's going to be ok, they don't know where we are, we just have to last the night, make it through. Ok? Can you do that for me? For us?" They, the Chasers. The ones who came two days ago in a rush of wind and the smell of smoke, whisking my parents away in a blink; leaving only the faint lingering smell of burning wood, long blown away by now. (TO BE CONTINUED)
