|| The sound of Thunder striked the valley as if it were a bullet. The raging waves from the ocean didn’t suffice to calm the already terrified residents.

The flames surrounded Little my as she held Snufkin’s tent. Trees falling to her left and right, the smoke of the fire filling her lungs as thunder striked the forest over and over. The Only thing she had were her Groke sand sculpture and her half-brother’s tent.

She couldn’t breathe properly anymore. But she had to stay awake.

……….

The Moominhouse’s fireplace crackled as the storm went on outside. Snufkin, Sniff, and Snorkmaiden staying for the night as it was far too dangerous to go back now. Moominmama brought out tea as Moomintroll looked out the window. His gaze averting to the Large Smoke pile and Orange-ish red glow coming from the forest in the distance.

A Forest fire.

……….

Little My banged her head on the nearby bark of the currently burning tree. She was looking for anyone, Anything, Any exit. But Nobody would come.

She was loosing consciousness as she sat unto the orange tinted dirt of the forest. Her Brother’s tent in hand still.. The Groke Sand sculpture stood in its place. Being Illuminated by the flames dancing around it and Little My.

Little my took one last look at her sculpture, Atleast she wouldn’t die alone.. Even if it was just sand. She closed her eyes as she accepted her fate. Only a Miracle would save her now.