The door swung open as the adult carried me into the home. He placed me onto a fluffy, cozy piece of furniture and walked away somewhere else. The elder brother, Wister, grabbed my hand and then placed a hot cup filled with a drink full of... I took a sip. Chocolate? "Hot chocolate," Wister's low voice assured me as he sat next to me on the comfy furniture. I nodded and took another sip.
"Hey." A more high-pitched voice, must be the younger brother Edwin, came near. "Can you talk?" The older brother stood up and sternly scolded Edwin, "Edwin! Apologize immediately, and show some respect for the lassie. She didn't become blind and mute by choice. She must've been through so much already." I stopped drinking the creamy deliciousness.
"By choice? Did I become blind and mute by choice? No. No, I had my sight and voice long ago. Why did I lose it? Was it that strange man with the snow, white eye? Was it the tragedy of my home that made me like this? I had so many questions, none of them answered..."
Edwin interrupted my thoughts. "You sound just like Ma," he scoffed. Wister's voice became lower as he growled, "Edwin. Be quiet and go help Gina with supper. We have a guest." Wister wrapped my deep ankle injury tightly with a bandage and sighed with relief.
"I'm not a little kid anymore!" Edwin raised his voice as he slammed his fist on a flat surface, supposedly a table. Gina entered the room and roared at the two brothers, in a voice of a dragon's, "Both of you, in the kitchen. Now. Go help your father!" The two brothers shuffled out the door and Gina took a seat next to me.
"So, lassie," she began, "How are ye feeling now?" Being mute, I didn't answer. Gina then put her withered hand over my mouth and chanted a quiet, harmonic note. All of a sudden, I felt my voice return and I spoke quietly, "I feel much better. Thank you." Edwin then came bursting in, screaming, "Holy Cherona, she can speak!"
I jumped and my drink spilled onto my ragged clothes. "Edwin!" I heard Wister yell as the older brother smacked the younger. Edwin began to whine about Wister being so brutal, and Gina had to yell at them again. I couldn't help but giggle as I listened to their voices. Gina turned her attention to me once more.
"Unfortunately, recovering your voice is the best I can do. It seems your sight is sealed with another force." I nodded as she wiped the mess from my clothes. Edwin scoffed quietly, "So, now what?" I couldn't help but mutter, "I want to find why I lost my sight."
Wister asked as he sat down, "You know something?" My head shook in a vertical direction as I replied, " a few memories from my past." Edwin's voice echoed through the room. "That's cool! What did you remember?" I hesitated. I preferred not to be reminded of it. Wister must've figured me out, saying, "Let's let her rest. She had a long day."
But Edwin was persistent. Very persistent. Edwin begged me to tell him my past. I wanted to say no, but his voice made me tell the tragedy. The others were silent and stunned as I finished my last word. Even Edwin sounded regretful when he learned what happened.
Gina began to speak, "Lassie, you need to rest." Wister added in, "I'll bring your soup soon lassie." I nodded and laid down on the furniture. Edwin mumbled quietly before sitting down on the floor. "Shouldn't we introduce ourselves?"
Gina agreed and introduced the small family. "We are the Viridiline family," she gruffly spoke, "There's the father, Ember. The oldest brother, Wister. The younger brother, Edwin. And me, the elder, Gina." I asked curiously, "Where is the mother?"
The family fell silent and I panicked. "Oh you don't need to tell me! I'm sorry!" Wister's gentle voice suggested, "Rest lassie. It's for your good." I nodded and apologized, sinking into the cushion of the furniture. The family left to do their own works, and I sighed. I am not specifically a Viridiline, but it seems now I am a part of this family.
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Ebony Vision
Fantastique"Darkness. That was all I can see in the past few years. And still, I see Darkness..." Sylvia lost everything in one day. Her home, her family, her comfort, the love people gave her, and especially, her sight. She survived through nine long years, a...
