Evil is not born...it's created.
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Once upon a time there was this girl.
Pure. Innocent. Naive.
She was a queen in the making.
But life had sparred her and made her lose herself.
Here begins a legend of the other Original.
|KOL|
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'Behind every exquisite thing that had existed, there once was a tragedy'
"I am tired, sister. Can we go back now?" Belladonna complains again and once more, I ignore her.
The girl knows how to annoy someone, I'll give her that. It's not that she's tired which I know she's not it's just she wants to go play with that Henrik boy. Ever since the two seem to hit it off at dinner last night they seem inseparable this morning.
"Please Calla" she whines.
I don't spare her a glance. The tips of my fingers squeeze the blueberries that are firm and ripe for picking. Gently, I pluck the berries from the green brush and place it with the others in the woven basket.
The wind stirs the warm air making it cooler and tolerable to stand to be outside. As the sun rises higher in the sky and the heat increases with it so it's good to rush through our chores now and not suffer later.
A hand is placed on my shoulder and shakes me slightly to obtain my attention. Belladonna hates to be ignored, how could I forget so easily? But my tolerance for her this morning finally snaps at her annoying behavior of whining and complaining.
My head snaps toward her so fast my blonde hair smacks me in the face. My eyes grow hard, and my lips form a stern line. "Bella, enough" I command of her "You can play with Henrik later, I promise, but first we have to help mother" I try to keep the snap out of my voice but it's really no use.
Belladonna flinches only slightly, more in surprise than anything. I rarely snap at her and for a moment I feel guilty. But we've all had to grow up since our father died, taking on elder roles within the household to help ease the stress on our mother.
Back when our father was alive, back when our mother didn't depend on me as much, I used to run through the woods every day and never get scolded for getting my dress dirty. But when mother sees a dirty dress now, all she complains about is how much scrubbing it'll take to get the stain out. She's depended on me more now to gather food, herbs, help her cook, and keep an eye on my younger sister. After what she's been through, it's the least I can do.
"We've been in these woods all morning. Can we take a break?" Bella tries again, my past words already forgotten.
I sigh heavily, but she must ignore that too since her face expression stays the same. "Bella-" I start to snap with a fiery look coming into my eyes but her usual savor interupts.
"Calla, she's a child"
Closing my eyes for a moment, my expression twists in annoyance. I rise from my kneeling position in front of a bush and turn to our older brother who stands not far off looking at me expectantly. The wooden spear in his hands is sharpened to the point and undoubtedly looks lethal. A wooden pendant in the shape of a bear wraps around the middle of the stick with animal felt. At the bear pendant, I gave him long ago I feel my scowl soften.
