Lightning crashed and thunder roared as a disasterous storm fall upon an extremely rural town. Rain fell lightly, wind blew fiercely, and bolts of lightning hit the trees that were already dry from the harsh summer heat. Soon, the whole forest around the small town was engulfed in flames. I was unable to find my parents at the time of the storm so I ran to where my home was since already headed home from the store. My home was out in the wilderness that surrounded the town, my parents never liked the idea of having neighbors. But of course that was when I had my home. When I got there, my house was almost gone and was far beyond repair. The only things that remained were the charred outer walls and the burned frame, still on fire. The glow from the flames lit up my face, showing how absolutely terrified I actually was. There was no hiding the horror I felt inside. With that I ran; there was no turning back now.
I looked up at the already darkening sky, only to see an enormous wall of black smoke that rose over the tree tops. It had to be at least eighty feel tall! Like a crazy monsoon, it crashed to the ground, taking trees and other debris with it. The town was flooded with smoke and ash, everything coated in onyx black. I lost sight of everything around me, my direction, my feel for everything. I was lost.
Smokey air filled my lungs, burning, burning, burning, as I coughed and struggled to breathe. I crawled on the ground, trying to escape the suffocating, but wherever I went, it stuck with me and was never far behind. I heard more trees fall to the ground; the flames weakening them as they weakened me. Exhaustion continued to take hold and breathing became even more of a challenge. I heard the crackling of a near by tree, its sound deafened by the roaring wind and blazing flames. In that same direction, I heard a snap; it was close. A shadow fell over me just then, though my reaction too slow and my mind fogged. The shadow came closer and closer until it was as close it it could get. My leg went numb after the initial impact of the tree. Blood poured from my right leg and it’s snap was enough to make anyone cringe. My cries went unheard as the sound of flames grew nearer and continued to travel up its trunk. I could feel the heat around me increasing as I lay there unmoving when I began thinking to myself.
“I’m going to die. I’m going to die alone in a freak storm, under this tree, right here, right now.” I cried; I saw no hope in escaping this fiery place alive. My body would leave here lifeless, if there’s anything left of course. But even with this in my mind, I knew I had to keep trying; I wasn’t one to be easily defeated. I struggled to free myself of the flaming tree until the smoke became too much. The world went black.
It was not much later, when the flames had finally reached me, that I felt a hand on my shoulder. I couldn’t open my eyes at that time, I was far too weak to see who or what it was that was touching me. A heavy grunt was heard and then the weight of the tree disappeared, but how? I was then lifted from the ground in one swift motion and taken away from the area. Wind whipped my hair back, soft rain hitting my face refreshingly, but there was still a lot of smoke in the air, I could taste it.
Eventually the wind lessened and the air felt cleaner, more breathable. I don’t know where we were or how far we were from where I was crushed, but I’m not sure if I cared. I was alive, but barely. I was set in some grass and my head was supported by something. I heard the tearing of cloth and felt it being wrapped around my middle and my legs where I was burnt and broken. I opened up my eyes slowly, my vision slightly blurred. The clearing was indeed clear, the trees all around were gone, most of the grass was covered in ash, and the sky showed signs of light as a night sky and stars began breaking through the smoke. But that wasn’t what mattered to me at that moment.
I was in the presence of a man, and his lap is what supported me. His shoulders were broad and his arms and chest were muscular. I only knew this because the cloth around me was his shirt. His eyes were a beautiful light hazel, his hair copper and shiny, and his skin fair. He couldn’t have been older than 17. He gently stroked my cheek with his rough yet soft hands, though stopping at my awakening. I didn’t know this man, not that I could remember anything or anyone at the time, but he was there and he’d been the one who saved me.
“Who are you?” I managed to choke out, needing to know the name of this courageous man. The man chuckled lightly, his voice deep,
“It doesn’t matter who I am. Rest yourself because you have a long life ahead of you, Sara. You’ll remember in due time.” he said softly and dream like.
I opened my mouth to argue, of course it mattered who he was! A cough was the only thing that escaped my lips in response, and exhaustion threatened to take hold of me again. I stared into the eyes of the man who held me as my eyes grew heavy and blackness fell on me again. 
I woke up in the hospital the next morning. I didn’t know which hospital though, since our small town had been destroyed (or so I was informed by a nurse) and we never had a hospital anyways. Out the window, in the distance,  I saw what used to be my home town. It was burnt to a crisp, almost everything looked that way. It was a wasteland now. It hurt to know that this incident had not been some horrible nightmare, but a reality that needed to be faced. A doctor later came in and told me that my father just left the hospital to eat something and had no injuries, but that my mother had died. I couldn’t believe it; my mother was dead. My mother was dead. I will never see her again, ever. Those flames took much from me that day: my home, my belongings, the town and forests I grew up in, and most importantly, my mother. I don’t even have something to remind me of her. All I have are my memories. Silent tears fell down my cheeks in anger, denial, and sorrow, but I had no choice but to live on.
The doctor also told me that every bone from my right knee down was broken and that I had some pretty bad burns around my midsection and my legs. He told me I may be able to walk again, which would be nice. Still, I only wish everything could go back to normal. I know it’s too much to ask, but hopes are allowed to be impossible. Impossible; that word put an image in my face. Now was a time to ask questions about the stranger who she assumed had brought her here.
“How did I get here… Who was he?” I asked, assuming the doctor knew who I meant.
“A tall young man brought you here late last night. What a mess you two were!” he said, standing in the doorway, almost sounding amused. His expression suddenly got very serious.
“You’re lucky to be alive.” He left the room.
It all hits me hard again; his eyes his hair, his warm touch to my skin, him being a perfect photograph in my head. I longed to feel his touch again and to look in his kind, soft eyes again. I had to know this man from somewhere. No stranger in their right mind would risk their life for some random girl in the woods. What was he doing there? Who was he? All questions I ask my self every morning when I wake up. Ever since then I have been looking for him. I haven’t found him yet, but my search continues for the one that saved my soul from burning to ashes and being blown away, never to be remembered again, forgotten to the world. But I will never be satisfied until I find the man that saved me, my savior, or better yet, my guardian angel.