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There's only so much trauma a child can go through, yet this remarkable child had suffered time and time again. Meet Harper Vivian Jacobsen.
A normal child of the village. Such normality. Born on July 27, 1701, Harper has a story to share to the world. Such a short life before the incident. About 3 years before she was born, her elder brother turned 17, ready to be forced by the village ruler to go fight at the army. Because of that, Harper had never had anyone to ever care for other than her parents, Eden and Jonah. The perfect match ever, a pair readied in heaven. Harper enjoyed watching her parents get along. They rarely fought, even with the pressure of Matthew away in the war. They won't know if he passed until after a few weeks. The family of three got along, and were known in the village for their humbleness and modesty.
They were never wealthy nor poor, and had just enough money to support everyone in the family, extras into saving. But such happiness never lasted.
One day, the family got a letter from Matthew.
Dear Family, I am alive. Obviously.
This is how Matt started every letter.
I am tired of the War's depression. I will escape, and I will come back. I'll make it safe, I promise. Harper, I can't wait to meet you. See you all soon.
Love, Matthew.
Eden and Jonah were worried for their son. What if he failed? What if he got caught escaping? No one has ever attempted that before. Only Zackary a few years back, who got caught and slaughtered as punishment. But alas, all they could do is pray.
"Mommy, Daddy, What's wrong?" Four year old Harper had asked her parents once, seeing them worried.
"Ah, nothing, sunshine. Matt's coming." Said Jonah, trying to light the mood.
"Matt?" Harper's face lit up with joy.
"Yes, sweetheart, hopefully..." murmured Eden.
A few weeks after, at midnight, there was a knock at the door. Eden and Jonah jolted. They quietly walked to the door, afraid they might wake Harper, sleeping on the floor.
They opened the door. A tall man waited outside, a smile plastered across his face. He was covered in scars, on his face, his hands. Fair skin contrasting with black shining hair, and green eyes reflecting a lush forest. Much like Harper. His side glinted with the sight of a sword.
"Oh, Matthew!" Eden screamed, collapsing to tears. She hugged her son tightly around his back.
"Oh I was so worried-"
"My dear son." Jonah smiled from afar, then running towards his son and embracing him.
