Mythical love

Barden's Academy

The cloudless sky allowed the sun to throw it's rays across the landscape clearly, casting shadows of all shapes and sizes along the forest road.

Emily glanced out the window and just tried to look at everything that passed by. Even the simplest little things like a squirrel, which she has seen a hundred times, brought a smile to her face. Beca silently turned her gaze from her window to her younger, but taller sister. She carefully studied Emily's reactions to everything. When Emily's eyes lit up at the sight of baby deer Beca just smiled.

Beca knew that the reason Emily gets so excited about everything, is because she's optimistic of course. But mainly because seeing familiar things that she grew up with, helped calm her little sister down, giving her a feeling of familiarity.

After driving for a few more minutes, the bright forest cut off and was replaced by wide open fields. But in the distance was a forest, but not at all like the one they just passed. This one was as dark as a cave, a thick blanket of mist covered the forest floor. Leafless branches extending in all directions, made the trees look dead with broken limbs. Holes in the bark gave them eyes and mouths, making them look demonic and possessed.

Emily's expression changed instantly, and her sister noticed.

Beca had always been an introvert. After her mother passed away, she had built up walls around her heart and tried to never show weakness or vulnerability.

She was tough and always kept to herself, except when it came to Emily. Whenever Emily was in the mix, Beca became as soft as a marshmallow.

As a large tree flew by, Beca had a memory oh when she was younger.

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They were at their private family cabin far into the woods. Beca was eight at the time and she and Emily already had their werewolf powers.

One day Beca came back from one of her runs, which she always loved to do. She saw her sister building something at the foot of a tree, she didn't pay much attention to it and went inside.

It turns out that Emily had built a little house out of sticks. The house was poorly designed and built even worse. Emily didn't care, because it was a house that she had built.

The following morning Emily walked outside to her little house. She had planned to build a little farm around it, but she was met with the most horrible sight that morning. One of the tree's big branches had broken and fallen off, crushing the little house beneath it.

Emily felt her heart sink. In an instance, a happy cheerful little girl was transformed into a little sobbing mess on the floor.

She didn't care about the dirt creeping up her white skirt with pink flowers on it. The tears spilled down her cheeks like a waterfall. Her arms, which were covered with her favourite green sweater, folded around her and pulled in knees, burrying her face away from the world.

Beca heard the sobs and exited the house, wearing her blue ripped jeans and a black t-shirt.

She walked over to the little seeping mess on the forest floor and tried to comfort her little sister. "Hey, what's wrong Em?" she asked in the most gentle tone she could muster.

Lifting her head, Emily pointed to the large branch with little sticks underneath it. "Tree s-smash mini Mitchell h-house" she managed to say through the tears, before diving into her knees head first.

Beca didn't know why, but her blood was boiling. She knew the tree wasn't at fault, but she couldn't help blaming the tree for the crying girl in front of her.