Marie(1)

I don't remember who I was or where I came from, I know I'm not from there because my parents were discussing crossing a border. I saw snowy fields, white, cold, and endless lands, but what I remember most was the anguished faces of my parents.

I know today that they were worried, I didn't understand why, but I suppose they were right since they were killed.

We were in a car going at high speed when I heard a deafening noise.

The car hit a group of bushes and several people approached us. My mother came to pick me up and hugged me warmly, telling me that I had to survive.

My father hugged us, then took something out of his bag and rushed towards them, my mother focused her magic to create a bird that grabbed me and took me away.

My last memory was the roar of gunfire. The bird carried me for a few minutes before disintegrating further into the forest.

I got up and walked around a lot crying, I don't remember why I cried, I'm more intrigued by why I kept walking.

I don't remember what