The Fires

"Come little brother..." - she pleaded to her sibling - "The fires will start soon, and it won't be safe for us outside."
"No, leave me to sulk alone!" - he answered.
Smoke rose from among the tall pines; the stale dusk air was now heavy with ash, soot, and the stench of burning flesh.

A small illustration from Mytheora - my fantasy world that I am creating and developing through illustrations and writing.