Rain of darkness. / Fragment.

The blazing flames quickly devoured the house, that released a great cloud of black smoke that embraced the sky as if to devour it too, the sickly screams that threatened to break the sanity of the night had stopped a while ago, and now the small hooded boy only silently observed the remains of his late classmate's house.

That was the ninth house that night, and the boy was not really sure which of all his classmates was inside, but he did not care, the important was, that the boy inside had made fun of him, he had mocked him and that were unforgivable, like most of the children in his school, he had to pay.

The boy extended his hand and watched as the dark ashes falling from the sky landed in his hand slowly. He squeezed his hand and when he opened it the remains of the shattered ashes flew away thanks to a hot wave of wind, and although the ashes were no longer in his hand, it was stained black, forever.
He looked at the sky realizing that the sun was beginning to rise and he began to walk into the forest.

—It's already dawn, let's continue tomorrow, —he said, entering in the dense mass of trees while a gigantic figure in a dark suit followed him.