The Disciples: Book 1: The Birth of Valor

Chapter 19: Huntress of the Forest

Mason shook his head, "That's rough..."
Agito nodded but managed to smile, "But all we can do is move on from the past."
Seraph smiled and nodded.
"Well if we're all talking, I guess I'll go next then." She smiled a little, stretching out her long, tan legs. One gently grazed Elise's pale leg.
The spiritist looked at the archer's leg, just staring at it with a longing look in her eye.
Seraph started speaking.

Memories came and went.
The first of which, happened to be a small family sitting at a table.
It was a mother and two kids, the mother looking exhausted and worn.
The first of the kids was a young boy, maybe 11 years of age. The boy had tan skin, green eyes, and dark brown hair.
Next to him sat a teenage girl, by the looks, she was 13. Anyone could notice that the boy and girl were brother and sister.
The girl was about to go to the town nearby to get supplies for her family. They had always lived a few miles from town, in a small house secluded in the woods.
She made the journey and walked down the streets, searching for the correct building.
A small bell rang as she opened the door.
After buying the supplies, she smiled at the shopkeeper, who couldn't be over 25.
"See you next time Seraph!" The young man smiled. He had always been nice to her and would even spare any extra that he could for them.
She began walking back, the streets of the town not too crowded but still busy.
Everyone in the town knew her, so they always greeted her with the best of intentions.
"Hi Seraph!"
"Tell your mother I asked how she is."
"How are you and your brother?"
It made her smile to see that people cared about their family.

As she was making her way back home, she heard birds singing in the trees.
Golden light flooded in through the trees, making the path seem like a heavenly road.
Humming to herself lightly, she opened the door to their small shack and made her way inside.
She put the items she had gotten on the kitchen table and called out, "Mom! I'm home!" She yelled.
No answer.
She walked through the house quietly, searching for the rest of her family.
There was no sign of her mother or her younger brother.
She searched the entire house frantically, starting to panic.
"Mom?! David!? Is anyone here?!" She pleaded.
"Please be here somewhere!" She cried out.
She walked back to the kitchen.
She noticed a note on the table, it was from her mother.
She opened it and started reading it.
After a few minutes, tears flooded over in her green eyes and flowed down her cheeks.
They had left her all alone. Why would they do that?
Had they really even loved her at all?

The next image was of a man walking, another beside him.
"Seraph, the mythical huntress of the forest." The man said to the one beside him.
"And she gets to die soon." The other stated.
They walked on a path, but they didn't realize that just up the path, lay a hidden predator.
An older Seraph, who had matured into a beautiful woman, crouched waiting in the foliage.
As the men neared, she notched an arrow into the drawstring of a hand carved bow.
The distance slowly closed.
50 yards.
40.
30.
She exhaled and an arrow met its mark in the second man's throat.
He was jerked backwards and fell onto his back, dying out fairly quickly.
The first man reeled around to search for the silent attacker.
He saw two projectiles hurtling at him.
The arrows met found their destination, in the pupils of each of the man's eyes.
The archer stood from the undergrowth and searched the bodies, then dragging them into the brush to dispose of them.
She sighed to herself and looked at the sun, eventually disappearing back into the forest, becoming a legend once again, one that still lives on.

Deus looked at Seraph and shook his head, "Do you ever wonder why they left you?"
She nodded, "All the time. But I'm not mad. I've gotten over it, moved on." She smiled in a way only she can.
The archer looked over at the pale girl beside her.
Elise looks back at her, her eyes seeming different. They had a sense of admiration for the archer.
Elise's leg pressed against the huntress's own.
Seraph blushed a little, thinking it was hidden by the firelight, though the spiritist noticed it perfectly with her keen eyes.
Many thoughts raced through the archer's head, as well as the spiritist.
Though one above all for Seraph. Those white eyes and that ghostly face, it made her want to pounce.
The archer heard a small voice in the back of her head, "Wait." It sounded familiar but she couldn't put her finger on it.
She decided to listen to it for now, and wait. Whatever it meant.