I love you, forever.

Nightfall

Amira awoke with a start. Winter light poured in through the crack in the trees. Finally able to see where she had slept last night, she looked around the  entwines trees that formed a low canopy of large, thick leafs over her head. "Wake up, we leave when the sun is just before peak height." Her father's voice echoed.

Amira stepped out into the sunlight. Beams of pale yellow touched her olive skin. Steadily, she undressed. Her beige bra was forever growing too small. The bra she wore was meant for a girl who was just beginning to develop the body of a woman. Amira I clipped it and slid the straps off her shoulders and packed it in her mud stained black bag. Though her breasts were small, the bra still failed to support her efficiently and left tenderness and deep red marks. Realising she had spent too long worrying, Amira rushed in her leggings and jumper- then slid into her dirty(and slightly broken) footwear.

"Amira!"
"Coming father!"

Red juices flowed from the berries. "Oh my stars! They're delicious!" Amira gasped, realising how great ripe winter berries tasted. "Do not curse the stars young lady- no matter if you have dark blood in you." Amira went a little bit red but nudged her body to get rid of it. "Yes father. Do you think mother is with the stars?" She asked, not thinking of how the question would effect her father. Instantly, he began to ponder the question "No. No, I don't think that Sarbia has gone to live amongst the stars. I like to think that she was accepted however her life was mostly lead by evil. No, she never killed, but her acts were sometimes cruel. I judge her fate by my own. I understand that I won't join the stars, because my acts have been terrible. You though, my love, you're different. Your heart is still so pure and forgiving. Make no change to that." Amira nodded, looking at the floor which now had small patches of snow on it.

They walked for about an hour, and when her father's watch pointed to the four they stopped. "Would you like a snack?" He asked her. Amira looked at the five winter berries and shook her head. "I'm not hungry, you eat them." She was hungry, but her father had began to look unwell and pale. "Are you sure?" He hesitated. She was about to reply when all of a sudden three other loners dropped down from the giant oak tree in front of them.

"Amira, go. Run. Take your bag and don't come back unless I come and get you." Her father shoved her into a bush and threw his pocket knife with her. "Well,well, well. What have we here boys? An exile I see... Which means, if I'm correct, you have NO protection." Sneered a tall, slender black haired man who was clearly in the lead. "Give is your bag." Demanded what looked like his brother, but this man had facial hair and a scar over his dark eyes. Amira grazed her fingers over her face, trying to understand what a scar would feel like.

She didn't run because she couldn't leave her father- he was a very skilled fighter and could deal with a two on one situation. She doubted he would survive a three on one situation though. It worried her. Shivering, Amira understood that she had to go- if her father did die it wouldn't be for nothing, As she lightly trod through the frozen undergrowth, a yell and a groan hit her heart. Father...

After what she suspected was around three hours of silent, controlled crying Amira stood up and walked back to where she has left her father. A pool of crimson covered the soil and leafs. She did not move her fathers body- instead she plucked snowbells and scraped moss from trees which she covered him in. Quietly, she prayed for his safe journey, begging the stars to welcome him. Then, Amira put her father's watch, two tops, pair of spare socks, four silver coins, dagger and necklace into her own bag. She didn't remove the locket from her mother or her father's ring as she felt as though they were his to take to the afterlife.