Pt. 2 of Ch. 3: Diamonds and Gold

So, yeah, since practically nothing happened over the last week, I'm going to post the next part rather than doing a Lively Tuesday post. So here it is.

                                                          Pt. 2
      Josiah ran, and kept running, never intending to see that old house again. Intending to forget. Forget about Mike, forget about Mr. Forest, forget about the mining camp, forget about everything that brought him here. At this very place, years ago, there was a happy family. But one of the people in that family studied magic, and used it. At this very place, years ago, the home that happy family lived in burned down, killing all except one. Josiah looked upon the charred remains of his old home.
      Memory flash: Josiah sat at a desk in his old room, one thing on his mind. He looked at the picture in front of him: Fire. He knew that he could learn to manipulate it; control it.
      The memory faded into another: Josiah looked at his wonderfully crafted cage, so proud of his achievement. He watched the fire slowly spin, midair, inside that cage. The thought that he should put the fire out crossed his mind, but he was too proud, and trusted his magic too much. He walked out of his room, and told his mother that he was going out, and so he left the building.
      The memory faded away into another: he was being told how a mysterious fire had burned down his home, killing all of his family.
      The present: Josiah fell to his knees, full of remorse. He crumbled. Tears flowed silently from his eyes. He just lay there for what felt like hours, until he stood. His face was full of determination. If his plan worked he could find happiness; find himself. He stood, turned, took three steps away, looked back upon his old home, then vanished.


So there it is, remember that comments are most welcome and appreciated!