Ok, here is my sequal to The Follower. Just like with all my stories, you don't have to read the previous story to get this one. I know, its short, but you know what, that was my challenge with The Follower. Write something short. Under five pages. Comes out to be single spaces, a page and a half.

So yeah. If you HAVE read The Follower, I suggest you reread that to get who the narrator in this story is (because its not the same as before).

A Note For All Readers Of the Follower: This takes place either just before or as The Follower ended.

Enjoy and I hope I don't confuse you too bad (though, that was also kinda the point...sorry...But make it like someone elses thoughts, without any explanations on anything). So yeah...

The Fire

I sat in the soft chair waiting for my sister’s screams to start. Master would surely force her to remover herself from society, wouldn’t he?

In the small waiting like room (for that is all anyone does in Master’s Parlor), I chose the seat closest to the door that Master, my once-was-sister and our rulers went through.

“Kaye, stop looking so sad about Anya’s death,” my sister said to me.

Anya had waster her life and the time of everyone around her. She had nearly completely the fifty-year training required to be a Truth Holder. Only five more years of training left (Though she was enrolled in human school as a senior).

Samantha had twenty years left. She wasn’t going to be a very good Truth Holder, though. While she had the powers of one, she had always lacked the brains of one.

I was the fifth youngest child to have been born into our world (soon sixth as another was going to be forced to be born with magic in eight days). My Truth Teller started training me as soon as I was one year old.

Suddenly, I heard it. Anya’s screams. They were of total agony and hard to recognize as my sister, but who else had screwed up twice?

I saw Samantha stiffen. Anya had been her role model, the one she looked up to. To hear her wails as Anya’s magic was forced to leave her body must have been horrible.

Bit I didn’t care. Anya’s first mess up was only weeks after I was born, and since then, I haven’t been allowed any time with her. I was told that when I was finally a Truth Holder that I would be able to meet with her freely.

But that day would never come. I was still only a Truth Gatherer, and so have never really met her, never been given the chance to look up to her like Samantha did.

Suddenly the screams turned to ear piercing shrieks. I feared the glass would break because of it.

Then, just as suddenly as it started, it ended and I knew Anya was dead.

Anya looked pained, like she wasn’t happy with death. She looked like a shadow of her former self. Maybe it was the magic missing from her eyes, making them glitter like emeralds, or the solf glow from her skin. Whatever it was, it was noticeable.

Our rulers looked angrily at her. Branded on her forehead was an A, still red from the iron. She hadn’t been able to do it. She had failed at her last task, her last assignment. She hadn’t been able to kill herself.

Blood covered the floor from her attempt and Anya looked even paler than she should, even with all the blood missing from her veins.

At her feet was a roaring fire, almost too bright to look at, waiting to eat Anya’s flesh away.

“This,” Master began in a powerful voice. “Is what happens to those who lose control. Remember it next time you wish to strike someone using your gifts.”

With that, my sister and I lifted her body in the air using our hands. Our rulers stepped on either side of Anya then, as we stepped away, kept her body hovering.

Master put his left hand over her X and then, as if telling something to rise, lifted his right hand. Immediately, a silvery mist came out of the X. The Truths she had learned.

Still using his right hand to control the substance, he brought his hand to a glass jar waiting on a small table by his side. With his right hand, he made a circle around the top of the jar, and once the mist was inside the jar, using his left hand, he covered it with the gold lid.

My sister’s memory had just been erased.

My rulers, not surprised by this, took the ceremonial stances on either side of Anya (feet apart, standing apart, arms outstretched to control things easily), and moved her body into the fire.

Not a single tear was shed in Anya’s honor. Not a single nose was blown because she was gone.

Anya was a troublemaker. Do you weep when a child is scolded by his parents for doing something wrong? No, no you don’t.

What do you think?? I LOVED the last paragraph/line. Absolutly what I was going for.

So, did I creap you guys out, make you think that I only write emo/suicidal stuff? Well, in an attempt to change that, read Vampire Kisses series (not The Storm...Thats only slightly less horrible than this...)...so...yeah...Hope you guys enjoyed it!! PLEASE Check out my other stuff if you liked this! Kindly excuse and spelling/grammer mistakes as I have yet to print it out and manually write down the edits and stuff (though i did reread it. on paper...so it sounds good at least...). So yeah. Check out my other writings and favorite stories, especailly The stuff by Tilly Everly and the story Hello Kitty.

So yeah.

thats it for now!! Hope you guys thought it was good!!

This is Lizza, signing off from The Fire, sequal to The Follower