Forgotten One

Discovery Arc: Helpers and Pests

The summer has begun.

It had been steadily getting warmer over the weeks and it was nice to be any to enjoy it with being stuck into the classic when thirty others who did not want to be there.

Sarah was dressed in black shorts with a pink tank top, she had black and purple hiking boots with red socks- she did not bother with a bag since she mainly used her subspace. Inside was lots of jars to capture and seal the shadows in, she was glad that Joanna did not know much about subspaces, or else, she would have asked how her friend could carry of many jars.

Sarah climbs over a fallen trunk and raises her head up, Joanna was moving ahead, not even weighted down with the large hiking rucksack on her back, the gentle clicking of the jars could be heard.

It was strange to see her friend out of her school uniform, they normally hung out classes and even on weekends, they wore their uniform. Mainly because Sarah had not much to wear, she cared little about fashion and did not see the point of it.

However, she had taken a liking to anything with stars on them lately, something that she never dreamt she would like. The stars in her hair and eyes had caused her so much grief over the years, that she thought she would hate them.

Joanna had a different problem, it was not about not liking fashion, it was just that she was so poor that she could not afford anything new.

Currently, the werewolf was wearing dark green shorts that had been cut midthigh, an orange t-shirt that had been bunched together in the front and tied around the opening. The sleeves had been also bunched together and tied at the back. Joanna did not even bother with any footwear, walking bear on the forest's ground.

Sarah smiles at the sound of the birds that was filing the forest's air, the sunlight would barely get through the treetops and cast them in shadows with the warmth of the rays brushing against them.

The sound of their footsteps and the clicking of the jars in Joanna's rucksack gave her the impression that they were the only ones in this place.

Joanna turns back and on seeing her she smiles, the werewolf had cut her hair shorter. Sarah felt a little bit jealous over that.

Sarah's hair was cursed or blessed, depending on the viewpoint.

The stars that tattooed her hair were meant to keep her hair one length, so even if she cut them, they would grow back the next day- this was something to do with honour during the war and for a light bearer to have their hair cut, was a huge insult. It was one of the many reasons they had this technique.

Sarah blinks and stares ahead, Joanna had paused and was waiting for her.

Sarah smiles her thanks, she had gotten a lot healthier since becoming Joanna's friend. And could now run the length of the 'war zone' without her lungs screaming at her.

If she had done this same hike last year, she doubted she would have gotten this far.

"Where did ya get all these jars from anyway?" Joanna questions as Sarah takes out her water bottle, "And who placed the seal on? Doesn't cost a lot?"

"Grandma's hobby is pottery." Sarah explains after taking a gulp, "She even sells them in our shop."

"Wait. Those are from her?" Joanna asks with a frown, tilting her head as if thinking deeply on something, "But ya shop sells secondhand stuff. If the jars and pots there are made by her, then that's not secondhand."