Somewhere

 Keep your mouth shut and your head low. That's the only thing I can ever remember my parents saying to me before they died. My sister raised me and my brother in a cottage out in the middle of no where. No town or people for miles we were safe. Well... almost. Every now and again a ship would fly over head and we would have to hide.
 My sister had nightmares about what happened, crying out for mum and dad. She never talked about it but we understood. We were lucky that we didn't remember much about what happened. How nearly all of our kin got massacred and the rest sold as slaves. I never understood why. We were peaceful and kind. We never did anything to hurt anyone. But in the end that made us easy targets to attack and take over.
 My sister is gone now more than likely dead. They found us, separated us and force us into slavery with the rest of our kin. Me and my brother stayed together, thank the heavens, but I don't know where my sister is. She just is gone. I asked around, hoping for some of our other kin to find out where she might be but she just vanished.
 My owners are nice, kinder than most. They don't yell or hit us like some of the others. They treat us like kin, even let us dine with them. Me and my brother got lucky to get such nice people. They also let us make three little graves for our parents and sister in the back garden.
 I wish I knew what happened to my sister or at least know that she is alive and well somewhere out there and not... dead. Maybe one day I'll find out what happened to her. But for now I guess I'll just have to stick to the possibility that she's out there, somewhere.