Forgiven, But Not Forgotten (Bajancanadian/JeromeASF) *Merome* - Discontinued -

Prologue Part III: The Village of Wedgemore

Well, this chapter is going to be longer because I'm introducing three characters this time, so don't be surprised XD Four votes like always for next chapter, so slap dat vote button with yo forehead and I hope you enjoy dis chapter.

*And btw, I think there are going to be two more updates that will be prologues, sorry.

It's just that I don't want to start it just like this!

I want to start it my way >:)

In my opinion, the longer, the better.

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As we leave Mitch, we go northwest of Bacca Community, and we go to a small village, like Jerome's, only difference is, that instead of baccas, there are humans.The village was surrounded by pine trees, and the village itself were just wooden houses.

Doesn't sound menacing now does it?

Well, the village itself has never gone into war, and hasn't thought about it anytime soon, unless the kingdom oversteps it's boundaries. Many people were walking around, but there are three children I want to be focused on.

One of them, is a small girl who is drawing on paper, using ink and her favorite black feather.

Her name, is End.

End is eight, and has black long hair that stops at her waist and lavender eyes, who was wearing a white short sleeve blouse, khaki brown shorts and brown leather flats.

End wasn't those type of girls who would wear dresses or skirts or anything like that, she was used to hunting and collecting twigs or logs for firewood, by the orders of her father, who was the one who led the village.

You see, her father Samuel isn't those type of people who likes to fight, unless it was necessary, but he rarely thought about it, well, he hasn't done anything war related at all, but the weapons necessary were hidden in tool sheds, just in case.

End looked around her room, and she had the temptation of going hunting on her own, but her father wouldn't let her do it by herself, unless he told her to.

This made her irritated, as if they didn't trust her hunting on her own, and she doesn't like it when people don't trust her.

All of a sudden, she got up, and walked to the kitchen, where her mother sat, knitting what looked like a scarf.

Then it hit End.

Winter was drawing near, which means that prey gets scarce these days, which gives an excuse of why she wants to go hunting alone.

"Hey mom." End says looking at her mother's tired eyes.

Her mother looked up, her chestnut, warm and endearing eyes looking at End, "Yes sweetie?"

"Well uh, since it's almost winter time, I wanted to know if I can go hunting out on my own." End asks unsurely, kicking the air with her left foot.

Suddenly, her mother's smile turned into a frown and said, "End, you know that you can't hunt on your own."

"But mom! I've always wanted to hunt alone! I'm always distracted by the people who talk while I try being quiet and sneaking up on prey." End protested putting her hands in the air and glaring at her mother.