Hi! I like your story; I was a bit confused initially, but it became clear as I went on. Nicely done! Here's my thoughts: ----- My brother and I settled ourselves again, thousands of miles away from home, with many refugees who were in a similar situation. However, the nightmare was never dispelled, it followed like a shadow. It was an inferno, again, inflicted from the masterpiece of mother nature; humans. Terrifying blazes expanded rapidly, turning thousands of lives and our home into ashes. In the panic and chaos, I lost my brother, forever. But I am already used to it. During my journey, I saw too many dead, too many tears. All of my tears and anger turned into bitter sadness - I can change nothing, nothing in front of those cold, sparking sticks. The disaster continued to strike like it would never end. Over these years, I had luckily escaped many fatal dangers, I outsmarted those stupid, inflexible devils countless times, but there is always an end. (NOTE: I recommend breaking this into two sentences, perhaps after “danger.”) Now in front of me is my rival, a human. The man is holding his stick and his greedy eye is on me. He is now looking at me just like I look at the bugs on the ground. I don’t know why, but thinking of my family, thinking of my home, the Amazon forest, I feel sudden anger. I want to end the disaster, even if I can just kill a single one of them. I hate humans. They are the cancer of the Amazon forest. They are the deadliest natural disaster to all of the lives on the planet Earth. I raise my arm, and, Pang! What a familiar voice!