Before The Sun Rises

Life went on, Abaven was still standing and her nephews were getting huge. They were curious but still reserved from the loss they experienced so early in their lives. She mourned for them, knowing how it felt not to have her parents beside her. Twig didn’t think she would ever see her mother or father again, but she’d made peace with that when she left her home. Of course she would never forget the loss of her sister either. Ashira’s memory weighed heavily on the young Memoire girl, and her early demise had always haunted Twig’s present.

That final scream and the blood that stained the ground flashed through her mind as Twig paced towards the Eastern side of the island. She grit her teeth as she tried to focus on the moon and its brilliance. She was trying to distract herself with a hunt but all she could see was her sister’s last few moments in this realm. Twig shook herself as she continued onwards. ”Hello?” The voice was barely audible, and Twig was forced to stop as she hadn’t even been sure she’d heard the sound. She blinked back a few tears before deciding it had merely been her imagination.

She continued along on her own, hidden from Brandr by the copse of trees when she heard him call out again. Her mind was clouded, but she knew the voice hadn’t been Ashira the second time. She perked her caramel ears and lifted her eyes to see the lead hunter out in the waste. ”Brandr?” She called out curiously as her small form emerged from the dead shrubbery to greet him.