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SEQUEL TO: My Heart Is Truly Yours
Finally free from Vincent's grasp, Brook stayed with her beloved in his home. Living in the jungle may seem like paradise, but it would be difficult to adjust for someone like her. Jane and Archimedes w...
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A/N: As I have mentioned before in the Episodes chapter, the episodes were slightly off so I changed how the episodes will go for this story. You guys can check it out 😁 Enjoy the chapter!
P.S. Super duper long chapter ahead!
In the midst of the jungle, a struggling Terk reached for her lunch. She gritted her teeth in frustration as she couldn't reach any longer. She attempts to get closer but huffed as it was still far away. She yelped as she almost fell off but still held on.
She narrowed her eyes and got closer, careful to not fall. Her jaw dropped as the fruit was snatched from her view.
"Hey! That was my lunch!" she exclaimed.
She turned to see the culprit and deadpanned to see Tarzan taunting her with the fruit. Her eye twitched as Tarzan smirked at her. "You want it? Come and get it," he grinned mischievously, tossing the fruit in the air before catching it.
He grabbed a vine and swung away. Terk moved away from the branch and started chasing after him. "I'll tell you who's gonna get it!"
Tarzan slid on the branches, taunting Terk as she tried to reach for it. She yelped as she spun. Tarzan kept going and grinned when he twirled on the branches, facing forward.
He wasn't affected as Terk jumped and landed in front of him. In fact, he tossed the fruit under her. Terk gasped, expecting the worse if Tarzan attacked her. But it was the opposite, he jumped over her and grabbed the fruit again, swinging away on a vine.
Terk's eye twitched and caught up to Tarzan also swinging on the vine. "I can't imagine Kerchak pulling this kind of stunt when he was head of the family," she huffed.
"True," Tarzan grinned as he jumped to another branch, sliding away. "But I'm not Kerchak."
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It was a wonderful sunny day. No sign of clouds in sight and the warm breeze was just welcoming.
Brook sighed as she read the letter from Jane. She took a deep breath and looked around her home. It was quiet, other than the familiar sounds the jungle would give every day. She frowned as she read how the weeping woman was looking for someone. She also mentioned her father. Would that mean her father is alive? What about her mother? Are they safe? Why does the woman want to look for 'them'?
Brook took out the small slip Jane also sent with the letter. Jane went through her home and found a wrinkled photograph of her parents with her. She hardly remembered what her parents looked like until seeing the photograph.
Her four-year-old self wore a navy blue dress with a white bow. She grinned widely holding her doll as her father held her in his arms. Her mother was in a similar dress but had white patterns, removing the white bow. She smiled at the camera, holding her father's arm and her daughter's hand. Her father wore a black suit with a navy blue handkerchief. He didn't stare at the camera, in fact, he lovingly smiled at his daughter and his wife.
