Long ago my mother would always tell me of a beautiful place. A place past the great river. On the outskirts of our dying forest. Our forest had been under seige, by another clan that saught to strike us down. We were the most powerful clan of cervitaurs that ever lived, we were as strong as the great river. Now we are but a trickle.
My mother told us of the moores that were on the other side of the great river. A place with magic and fairies. A place untouched by other clans. She told us that there was a beautiful village. A flourishing place, untouched by the frost of death. The frost of death was what has been killing the survivors, and the prey. There was never such a frost. Until mother was killed.
Mother was a wonderful cervitaur. But she made a mistake. That mistake was my sister Avari. Father kept the reason of her death from us, we were only five (me, Felicity) and three (Avari). She had been with another mate. Mother had snuck across the river, across the bridge that nobody ever dared to cross. The bridge was almost broken, too risky to cross.
Mother would sneak out to the moores and meet with her other lover. A villager saw mother meet with Avari's father one night. They told Father, and he took all the hunter and broke down the bridge while mother was saying bye to Avari's Father. Then, against my father's orders, a hunter pierced her heart with an arrow. We were always told that she drowned, until we were told the truth. When we were sixteen and fourteen. That was when Avari and I found out we were only half sisters.
The day my mother died, was the day that our forest had a great frost, that has lasted to this day.
When we found out we were distraught. I knew then, that I needed to get to the moores. I needed to find the hidden Relm, in the morees, across the river that no cervitaur has dared to cross in over a decade.
"Avari, we must go now!" I yelled at Avari. She didn't wish to be reckless like I am. She would always comment about my unkept hair, my wild risky outfits, and how I was too reckless. Aparently, at the cheifs daughter I was not supposed to be an adventurer. Without a son, father had taught us to hunt and do more manly sports. But that isn't the same.
"Alright!" She slung her sachel onto her shoulder and started to gallop out the door, with Kit at her feet. I had lied to her, by telling her we were going for a pick nick by the river. For the last few weeks, since we found out, I had been crafting a small wooden raft, help up by vines. That is how we were to cross the river.
We set out through the chilly woods. I held my breath, hoping she wouldn't find out my secret. The wind blew fast and I picked up my pace a bit, suddenly my sachel blew open, revealing the content to Avari. I had lacked two apples, two broths, a healing potion, and some bandiges. "Sister! You lied to me!" I heard Avari cry out. She had clearly seen that I had packed enough for a overnight trip across the river.
"I wanna meet your father, I wanna find that place mother told us about! You have to understand! I don't wanna go alone!" I grabbed her arm. I truly didn't wanna go without her. She was my closest an doest friend. She had been really down during the past few days. Avari told me and father why she thought this way, she thinks this was all her fault. She thinks that if she wasn't conceived and born with t he looks if the other clan from across the river, that nobody would've been suspicious of mother.
I when father said "It was your mother's own fault. She was a horrible cervitaur, I should have never loved her." She ran from the room crying, so did I. We both loved our mother, and still greive her to this day. He had no right to say that about mother. He was gonna erase every trace of her, even by killing Kit. Kit was her pet fox, now ours.
"Why should I go!? I don't wanna do this..." I ed one thing mother told me about the lake in the moores, it could grant an extraordinary gift. A gift mother would never tell us. A gift that only the pure of heart would receive. She told us that drinking the water would cure us of all toxins and bestow the gift. Avari had always distrusted fairy tails. She had never believed. I knew that she would if I got her to the moores. But... even I doubted mother's stories. Kit sat on a rock and watched us with curiosity.
"Because I don't want to do this without you." I locked eyes with her and her face softened. I watched a tear roll off her cheak. The last words mother said to us. She wanted us to come with her but we didn't. We just stood there on the beach, our eyes locked for what seemed like a eternity. Then we smiled.
Without a word Avari started to walk forward with determination, to the raft. I knew that she wanted to have a connection with mother, a connection father couldn't destroy. I had Kit, my olny connection to mother, that father didnt burn. And for Avari that connection would be her real father.
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That's beautiful