[HOLLY’s Point of View]
Sweat rolled from my temple and trickled down my chin.
I opened my eyes slowly, and I found myself in the middle of a burning forest. So scorching hot that I smelled my hair singed from the flames. Embers flew above like fireflies dancing in the wind, and I couldn’t scream; I couldn’t even let out a single sound from my parched throat while watching with horror everything that was being licked by the raging fire. I saw figures squirming, wriggling, and screaming in agony amid the blazing inferno, and I sobbed. I sobbed and screamed, wanting this horrible vision to go away. To stop playing in my head as everything dies and turns into ashes.
I closed my eyes, and the crackling noises of burning trees stopped. The shrieks and the terrifying uproar of death disappear
