"guess it runs in the family huh," [Original, Forever Unfinished]

Little sister of mine

A/n: Art is not mine, it belongs to the lovely Danadelion on twitter
link to their page : https://twitter.com/Dana_delion

also sorry for the really long hiatus, My motivation only just decided to hit me over the head with a frying pan and hold me hostage. T^T

Also marching band is stupidly long ～(　TロT)σ

Warning: mention of gruesome death

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<Philza's P.O.V.>

I have never seen Fundy as upset as I did the night of his father's revival. Why did this happen? I'm glad my son is alive but something is not aright with Kristin. She wouldn't ever allow the sacred laws of Life and Death to be broken, not even for her own children. I wish she would talk to me, she has been silent for so long...

The walk from L'manhole to our home is a painfully long walk and I could just head through the Nether and save myself 2 hours but something is telling me to travel the road less taken. I hope its Kristin telling me something.

The murder seems extra excited today, but I still don't understand why...I just hope I won't have to deal with another drama with Tommy today. His mother only knows Wilbur has already caused enough damage to the mental health of the server.

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<[(Rosie's P.O.V.)]>

Me and my mother where moving to Snowchester after our village was burned to the ground. We lived simple lives.

My mother was a woman of many works; she could make anything. She never had to buy any materials as she and I would spin and weave the needed item.
I remember one year she was hired to fix a embroid cloak for the high priest of Death after his sons had "accidentally torn" the sleeve playing adventure.

In reality half of the sleeve was missing. The fabric it was made of was near to impossible to recreate and it took several attempts to create a hidden seam. After it was finished and sent off, we received a letter stating how thankful he was for the repair and how it was impossible to tell it had even been repaired.

When our village was burned everything we had was destroyed. We were lucky and had been away delivering a order at the time. However, the fire was no accident; that was clear. Survivors had said that they had seen a person in a green cloak pass through right before the fire broke out, whoever it had been had the intention to kill.

Many of us survivers had stayed to rebuild, but the two of us had gathered together our remaining belongings and head out for a new future.

At least we hoped for a new future...

We where ambushed by bandits halfway to Snowchester.

2 men carrying emblems of dead gods apeard with little to no means of mercy. One, a human in a white bandana with the emblem of the god of war, and the second another human with a blue tunic carrying the emblem of the god of nature. Their only intention was to kill is for fun.

My mother saw knew their intentions before a single step towards us was taken. She pushed me away and told me to run...

I never heard another sound from her again besides the scream let out as she was impaled with a sword.

I couldn't run, no matter how badly I wanted to. I sat on the ground still staring at the body of my dead mother. It wasn't until I realized there was a sword above my head.

I rolled out of the way and finally started to run. One of the bandits started to follow me. He was shouting in a language I couldn't understand.
It must have been a good 10 minutes before I finally was able to lose him.