'Vivian!' called the little girl smiling and running after her, making Vivian smile in her sleep. That could've happened. She could have saved her. That fate was reversible. Violet's face was a permanent scar in Vivian's mind, replaying the terror and pain over and over again from that dreadful moment. Vivian scrunched her eyes and curled up into a tight ball, trying to escape the memory, but it didn't work...
'Vivian!' Vivian was sitting on top of a grassy hill, overlooking the Lake Village. Violet, her younger sister -by three minutes, but still- was scrambling to get up the steep incline of grass and moss. 'How'd- you- get up- here so- fast?' Violet panted, finally reaching the top and flopping onto her back. Vivian smiled softly, knowing what would happen in this reoccurring nightmare. 'I guess I just climb fast,' Vivian said, playing with her sister's hair. 'You do know it's only our seventh birthday, Vivian. You don't have to be all wise and old-sounding," Violet said, blowing a dandelion so its seeds flew out over the view. "I've always sounded like this," Vivian giggled and braided her sister's hair. "You do know that-" an ear-splitting boom sounded from down at the Lake village, and houses collapsed on the forest side.
"Violet, we need to run!" Vivian yelled as her sister ran down the hill. "But mama and papa-" "mama and papa will be ok, right now we need to hide." Vivian pulled Violet back by her arm, lifting her into a piggyback as Vivian was much taller and stronger than her. Another bomb noise pierced the eerie silence, and pigeons flooded into the lake village, brandishing weapons and fire. Fire.. Vivian had never seen fire before. She shook her head, snapping out of it, and started to run. It was too late, the pigeons spotted them.
Violet screamed as she and Vivian sprinted through the forest, bumping into trees and scraping their arms. "Vivian, please, I need to stop," Violet shrieked, trying to pry Vivian's white-knuckled fingers off her hand. The pigeons were right behind them, crashing through the bushes and thorns. Vivian was blind with terror and didn't answer to Violet's pleading. Violet suddenly pried Vivian's fingers off her hand and tripped, falling onto the ground. Vivian had run at least a few metres before she realised Violet was not in her grip.
"Violet!!" Vivian screeched as she saw the piglins arrive out of the bushes, advancing towards her beloved sister. Vivian already knew her parents were dead, she saw their bodies when they left the hill. Violet was the only person she had left. Fuelled by fear, anger and love for her sister, Vivian sprinted at top speed for her sister, but it was too late. The pigeons had found and killed her with a quick slit to her throat with a dagger. Vivian froze. This was the worst part of the memory. Vivian screamed and sobbed, stealing the dagger that killed her sister and running away, the memory of her sister, the dagger and the fire in her mind. She was broken. She smiled. An insane, wide smile, with tears rolling down her cheeks and snot coming out of her nose. She let out a wail that scared all of the animals off, the trees and ground rustling with escaping creatures.
Vivian woke up from the nightmare, panting and sweating. She wiped the tears streaming down her face, and stood up calmly. She wasn't smiling anymore. Whipping the bloody dagger out of her pocket, she stabbed it into a tree, so far it was wedged in there. Vivian leaned against the tree and took the dagger out. She started cutting her arm, in a tree shape, then a fire shape around it. She whispered to herself,
"I'm going to burn down the forest."
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~+Thorns And Asters+~
FantasíaAster was just flying over the forest region when he was caught in a trap. Thorn has just woken up, not expecting anything exciting to be in today, or her traps. This experience will change both of them like they've never imagined...
