Home...?

I kept standing and looking at the ashes of a place we used to call home. The worst part of it was that none of our neighbors noticed there was anything out of the ordinary with the house. The people around us were walking out their dogs and passing by without knowing what had truly happened. They couldn't know. The magic of the eldest didn't allow them to see the ruins. The shield those witches casted, was like a mirror reflecting what the place used to look like just before they destroyed it. They acted as a criminal trying to cover up his own crime.

“How dare they! If they have guts to do something like that, I won't let them hide it!” I roared.

I raised my hand up and clenched my fist, breaking their spell so that everyone could see the truth. As soon as the spell was broken, the commotion started. People started gathering, looking at the ashes in absolute disbelieve. Some of them started taking pictures while others, who knew my Grandma, came to ask us