playing|^god^-->;Bear;

Dear God,

Thank you very much for this beautiful day. Thank you for the sunrise and the soon sunset. Thank you for never letting me fall each time I climb up this roof also thank you for protecting Lark up here. I pray that you always give us good health and protect us always. Especially Pyrian and Gypsy as they fight their way through the Arena. Please bring them home safely, I know it's an impossible request, but please bring them both home. Not just one of them but both of them because the house will never be the same if someone dies. I hope that in exchange for these sacrifice that you will bring them home safely.

Amen.

Closing my eyes I see the darkness. Is this how death would feel like, just plain darkness and a strange sense of loneliness. But luckily for Pyrian and Gypsy they have each other, they always will. It's impossible to find gypsy without Pyrian, it's just unthinkable. They will always be together even in death. I hope that god would put them in heaven, that is if they die, one with lots of match sticks and fire extinguishers. Maybe they will be in heaven, when they die, after this ritual of mine, or maybe they would be brought back to our house. That would be a nice thought though, both of my siblings setting forest fires in heaven. I hope they would be happy, while we cry our eyes out here in this world. That is if they die. But hopefully not

My fingers squeeze both the birds in one hand, their cries of pain stabs me like sharp knives. It's very hard to do this every time I wish for something, but it has to be done, for Gypsy and Pyrian. Slowly I unearth the knife hiding in the caverns of my pocket waiting to be wielded. It's metallic edge glinting brightly, as if it smiles at the thought of me taking the life of another living creature. As if lusting to feel the warm, redness of life, cutting through flesh and meat until the thread of life is cut in half and the creature goes back to god.

But it must be done for my siblings sake. Boy how I miss them very much. Most would ask me why, they have caused nothing but minor fires, and fire hurts people. But, call me crazy, I miss their mischief, their petty flames dancing once a week on our tables. The urgent cry my sisters would scream as the flame would almost kiss their flesh, and how bear would calmly dump a bucket of water over it. I miss those so much. And fire is not always bad. Fire is sometimes a symbolism of cleansing. It burns the sins that are tattooed on our souls, maybe that's another reason why they love playing with it. Maybe they felt clean every time they fire things up.

"I'm sincerely sorry little birds."

But one's you loose a life you gain a life. And I'm hopping that is what would happen because by killing two birds, I hope to get two lives in return. I kiss both birds on the stomach in my last attempt to appease their screams. Their feathers were soft and I felt the thud-thud-thud of their little hearts, that I would soon put a stop to.

Raising my arms I say one last sentence and bring the knife down, twice, and then there is silence. Lastly I see their little blue lives fly up to the sky lost in the garden of lives that Zosa has. Good-bye little birds, thank you for your sacrifice. Then there came a loud bang at the window behind me and of course I knew who it is.

"Bear, would you want to help me burn their bodies? It's for Gypsy and Pyrian."