15. Blood

The smell of blood was in the air, as fire rose in its smoky shape. The heat was unbearable.

A voice rang out amongst the yellow and orange flames, a voice so horrid and ghastly and deep it shook her very being, even as she slept.

The voice wasn't human, and neither was the language. She didn't bother understanding...she willed the fire to stop, for the burns to heal, for the cool water of spring to rush through and appease the anger.

But Hinata awoke, forehead blistering with pain and sweating.

And a faint noise from the outside, gradually building in screams and panic.

The fire! She wasn't dreaming, it was real!

Before she knew it, she was on her feet, out in the yard, looking up at a red and black sky. The smoke was thick, she could feel it burn her skin and the heat was suffocating her.

She awoke again to peaceful and cool night, realizing it was nothing but a dream. Her hands gripped her sheets, and she gazed upon the dark wooden walls, breathing heavily, heart pumping thunderously in her chest.

But from behind, from the very back of her mind, she shuddered, and had an ominously horrid feeling pass through her veins.

Something was horribly wrong, and Hinata spent the rest of the dead night wondering what.