My turn

So I've finally been writing! And here's the start of my story.

Prologue
Kyra woke to screaming. Her eyes flew open, was she still dreaming? She had never heard anyone scream like that before.
"Kyra!" And then there was her name in the screaming, and she recognized the voice.
"Mom!" Kyra slid out of bed and stumbled towards the door, she could hear her Dad's voice in the screaming too. She pushed the door open and was immediately confronted with smoke -- smoke was everywhere. Squinting and coughing she made her way forward only to jerk back in horror, angry flames crawled over her parent's bedroom door.
"Kyra!" Kyra whirled around, Estelle stood at the top of the stairs coughing. "We have to get out of here!"
"What about--?"
"We can help them once we're out of the house, it's too dangerous to stay here." Estelle pushed Kyra in front of her and down the stairs. Kyra's throat was filling with smoke and she rushed outside. For a moment she bent over coughing but when she had inhaled the cool night air she turned back to Estelle - who wasn't there.
"Estelle!" Kyra took a step towards the house and was stopped by a fireman she hadn't even noticed.
"I'll get her," he told her but before he could move the outside of the house erupted in flames. From somewhere inside there was an explosion, and a wall caved in.
People rushed around like ants, spraying water at the unquenchable fire, trying to beat their way in and not succeeding. She felt her breathing slow and the tears roll down her face.
Kyra stood motionless as flames filled the sky, destroying her house and her belongings and her life.

Chapter One
Kyra stood like a statue in her black coat, ignoring the wind as it whipped around her. The gray sky threatened to rain but even if it had she would have still stood there, staring out over the graveyard. The three headstones stood out, far away as she was, and she had no desire to go any closer. She knew the inscriptions now by heart. 
Her grandmother sat on a bench behind her quietly, wishing she knew what Kyra was thinking.
Kyra herself didn't know what she was thinking. Her thoughts were blurred - dismal - an echo of everything else she had thought while standing there every Sunday. She wished the grief would go away, since she knew wishing her family back would be no use. She wished she could go on with life and leave this silent angry person far behind. She wished Estelle had lived instead of her. She wished--
Kyra sighed and turned away, her grandmother looked up. "Let's go home," Kyra said, the word tasting bitter in her mouth. Her grandma nodded and they walked back to the car silently.
Kyra was staring out the window when she saw him, a boy who looked barely sixteen driving alongside them. He looked at her and grinned as if he didn't have a care in the world and she frowned. His car (a shiny bright red convertible) stayed beside them the whole ride home and she couldn't help but watch him, singing along with his music, practically bouncing to the beat in his seat. He looked at her again a few times and grinned whenever he caught her watching, this annoyed her to no end and she stopped looking at him after a while. 
But when they turned off the highway she caught a glance of him out of her eye, he was looking at her (paying no attention to his driving) almost sadly. The unexpected expression made a lump rise in her throat. He couldn't have known who she was or what had happened, and yet somehow she felt like he did know. What it was like to suffer, at least.
Her Grandma attempted conversation that night at dinner. "Are you glad school's over?" she asked tentatively.
Glad? Kyra snorted. Would you be glad to be let out of prison? "Yes," she answered and turned back to her food.
"And you're going to be a junior next year," Grandma said half heartedly. "How exciting." Kyra didn't even try to think of a sarcastic one-syllable reply to that, she was thinking about the boy again. Why was she thinking about him so much? It wasn't like she hadn't gotten sympathy from people before. In fact, she was drowning in it. But the boy's sympathy had seemed more like empathy. Maybe his music dancing/happiness had all been an act.
"What are you going to do this summer?" Grandma asked, jolting Kyra from her thoughts.
"Um…" Kyra's mind blanked. She must have made some plans for the summer. Sadness… school loathing… she couldn't find any plans in there. "I was thinking about taking a writing course actually," Kyra said, her eyes widening in surprise as the words came out. Where had that come from? But then she remembered the handbill she had seen a while back, the tired thought that maybe she could do that to get away from her Grandma's empty house…
"Well that's great!" A smile broke out on Grandma's face and she beamed at Kyra. "What a great idea! When does it start?"
"I don't know," Kyra said. "I'd have to check." With that she retreated into the safety of silence, thinking it over. A writing course wouldn't be bad. But since when had she been interested in writing? She tuned out her grandma's happy chattering and did the dishes without being asked.

Kyra had no idea what to bring to the writing course, so she turned up a few days later with a pad and pen in her coat feeling rather queasy. This was the first thing she had done anything outside of school since her family died. She pushed that thought away and with a tense smile to her beaming Grandma, Kyra stepped out of the car.
She was in a section of the city she never went to, the buildings were brick and tall and old fashioned looking. Kyra looked up at the building that had the class in it and sighed, she doubted there was an elevator. It was on the top floor.
The receptionist looked up as she walked in and pointed to a sign in sheet. There were all kinds of places in this building, stores and offices and classrooms. Kyra signed her name next to the writing course and started up the stairs.
Before long, before Kyra could run out of breath at any rate, she heard someone running up the steps behind her. She had just turned to look at who was so energetic when he rounded the corner, grinning at her.
"Hi!" The boy said. "Are you doing the writing course?"
"…Yes…" Kyra said, staring in surprise. His hair was spiked today, the tips a bright blue.
"So am I." he slowed to her pace and walked along beside her. "What's your name?"
"Kyra Dalue," Kyra answered. "What's yours?"
"You can call me Alex," the boy said, giving her a mischievous look.
"Call you? That's not your real name?" Kyra was almost smiling. She couldn't believe it. That brought her to her senses quickly. "But I don't need to know," she said before he could say anything. "It's not like we're going to be friends."
"We aren't?" he seemed surprised and Kyra felt bad, but she knew he wouldn't want to be friends with her once he knew what she was like. And it wasn't like she wanted any friends.
"I don't relate well to happy people," she told him. "Or people in general."
"Oh." that deflated him. "Well that's okay. But we'll have to at least be acquaintances, because I know I'll have to explain some stuff to you."
"Explain what?"
"Well, for one thing, who started the fire that night," he said. He had come to a stop and was looking at her quite seriously, all traces of bounciness gone. Kyra took a breath and it caught in her throat. "Didn't you ever wonder?" he asked softly.
"It was arson?" she got out at last. He nodded. "Who…" He sighed and looked away from her, as if she had proven something to him.
"They were right," he said after a moment. "You'd never believe me."
"No! I will believe you. Tell me, who…" Kyra took his arm, almost begging. She, who never begged. But she had to know this. He looked at her with that expression again that made him look so much older. He leaned forward and gently touched her right eyelid, and then all she saw was blackness.

Chapter Two
Kyra woke feeling very disoriented. She swayed slightly - which made her look down and gasp, for she was still standing. She had just been unconscious! How could she have stayed upright?
Kyra quickly looked around, Alex was nowhere to be seen. The stairs were empty and the light filtering in through the high up window seemed very bright.  Feeling that something was very much different, she slowly started up the stairs while trying to work out what had happened. She couldn't make any sense of it. Alex had told her that someone had set the fire that killed her family and then touched her eyelid - and then she had blacked out. Or had he knocked her unconscious?
Kyra climbed the rest of the stairs without noticing the burning in her legs, she was so preoccupied. But she was jolted awake when she reached the top-- the sight was unlike anything she had been expecting.
Ignoring the hallway, the hallway was ordinary, Kyra's eyes had immediately gone to the large window at the end. It faced away from all the other tall buildings and overlooked the city, a view like many others. But Kyra had never seen a view like this before.
Rising from Satire was a city. The towers shone golden in the sunlight, a color that made her feel that she had never seen gold before. It didn't look quite real - or it looked more real than anything Kyra had ever seen. Like a mirage, or something from a dream. She hadn't thought it was possible that buildings could go so high.
Kyra slowly moved towards the window, taking in every detail she could. Other than the magnificent towers, there was a city all made of the glittering gold material on top of Satire. It was like she was seeing two things at once, mansions covered the town hall but yet she could still see it - highways ran across lush parks and she could even see people, who clearly weren't human, walking on their streets which went through her buildings. It was like two worlds, co-existing in the same space.
That was when the shock set in. "What on earth????" Kyra felt like screaming, she stopped the explosion just in time. "What am I seeing?" she breathed to herself. This was impossible! Obviously a city hadn't sprung up in the time she was unconscious--- and she couldn't think of a way this could happen. It was beyond the supernatural. And why was she seeing it now?
"Alex," Kyra muttered to herself. Obviously he had something to do with it. Her life had been normal before she met him-- no, she stopped herself, it hadn't been normal. It hadn't been normal since her family had died. But this-- this was downright unbelievable.
"Pretty view, isn't it?" A voice spoke behind Kyra and she whirled around. "Sorry for startling you," a small woman with gray hair said.
"Oh no, that's okay," Kyra said, trying to smile naturally. "You like the view?"
"It's gorgeous," the woman said, staring out the window happily. "I love the city. So quiet and peaceful."
"Mmm," Kyra agreed, turning to look at the cities again. Obviously the woman couldn't see it. This freaked her out more than she liked to admit.
"Are you here for the writing class?" the woman asked Kyra.
"Um..." Kyra wasn't sure if she could concentrate on writing after everything that had happened. But another glance out the window made up her mind for her. "No, I'm just leaving."
"Oh, well have a good day," the woman said as Kyra walked away. I will, Kyra thought grimly Once I catch that Alex and make him do some explaining. She pounded down the stairs and set off in the direction she had seen his blue hair traveling. 
Kyra walked slowly, though she wanted to run after Alex as fast as she could, but she couldn't help it. It was an effort to walk at all. She was walking through buildings. Sparkling buildings that sat on top of moving cars and everything that was on the street, buildings inhabited by creatures that looked like they came from a fairytale. Some vaguely human looking ones were talking loudly in an unknown language as she passed through their house and Kyra tried not to stare. Questions filled her mind. She wondered briefly if she was insane. And then she saw Alex, and started running.
"What on earth is happening to me?" Kyra caught up to Alex and yanked on his arm, spinning him around. "Why am I seeing things other people can't? What did you do to me?"
She didn't register his expression until the flow of questions stopped, and then she quickly took a step back. On top of everything she was seeing, Alex seemed to have changed. His face was the same youthful, happy and mysterious boy she had seen before -- but something else showed through beneath it. Something old and strange, and infinitely not human. His cheekbones were more prominent and his eyes were silver, and he watched her warily.
"I gave you the sight," he said at last.
"The sight?" Kyra felt her breathing become normal again, his voice at least was the same. "What does that mean?"
"You can see Frayre Wolde now. It's where I live."
"And what, it's like on top of earth?"
"No, your civilization is on top of ours," he explained to her. "Hardly any of you can see it. And you can't walk in our world, or hurt it."
"How on earth does that work?" Kyra shook her head, dispelling the question. "Never mind, it's probably magic or something. But why did you give me the sight?"
Alex paused, thinking. "You wanted to know why your family died," he said. "This is the only way you can find out."
"Couldn't you have just told me?" Kyra was indignant. She'd rather not know that there was a whole other world underneath hers!
"You never would've believed me," Alex said. He seemed genuinely sorry. "Look, I know it's not easy. I'm one of the only people who can walk in both worlds. But once everything's cleared up, you can go back to living your life and try to ignore us."
"Right," Kyra said, her voice heavy with sarcasm. "Like I'm just going to go back to my Grandma's house and my life - which sucks even more now - and let whoever killed my family get away with it!" After a moment her breath whooshed out and Kyra sighed. "They're in your world, aren't they? So I can't touch them."
Alex paused, looking up for a moment into the glittering house above them. He waited until a strange being walking by passed and then turned to Kyra, for the first time seeming agitated. "No you can't go after them yourself," he said quietly, leaning in. "But you can bring the case to people who can punish them."
"Why can't you do it?" Kyra asked. "You know who did it."
"They wouldn't believe me," he grimaced. "Old grievances."
"Well if they don't trust you, why should I?" Kyra asked, stepping away.
"You can't," Alex said, for a moment becoming the carefree boy she had known him as and grinning at her. "That's why you have to find out for yourself."
"Ugh!" Kyra walked away, thoroughly fed up. She tried to ignore the house she was walking through. "Can they see me?" she asked at last, not looking at him.
"Only if they want to, and they have no reason to when they think you can't see them," He answered sounding smug. "See you around!" He called after her retreating back and sighed when she didn't answer. He retreated into his doubts and watched as the sky darkened, the towers above gleaming in the darkness.

And then some questions for ya'll... does it start too abruptly? Does it go too fast? Did I explain Frayre Wolde well? 

Yay for challenges starting soon!

KrazyK