Someone to trust (Books of the beginning fanfic)

Chapter 42-Samhain

Okay, so it's been a hot minute, hasn't it? I'm sorry that this chapter took as long as it did. But I would call this, except for the climax of the story, the most important chapter. And for the longest time, I wasn't happy with anything I wrote for this and it was really important to me that I would be proud of this chapter. But I think I've finally done it. So once more sorry I had you wait so long, to make it up to all of you this will be an extra-long chapter, in fact this is the longest chapter I have written in this fic to date with nearly 7000 words. 
Be sure to bombard me with comments because I really am so curious about all your reactions and feedback on this chapter.

But enough of my rambling, let's get started and I hope you'll enjoy it.

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Rafe's pov
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She was reserved, my sister always had been, she just never had been that towards me. But I understood, the things I was asking her were probably painful to recall. It isn't easy to talk about one's death. So after she had avoided all my questions of what happened to her since the last time I had seen her, I left it be. But while she didn't give any answers she had no problem asking me about every little thing. And I told her, I told her everything.

I explained how our mother died, I told her how I came to led the savages, about Kate's arrival in New York and how I grew to love her, about me becoming the Dire Magnus, my search for the books, my two deaths, and two resurrections and everything in between. The whole time I spoke she stayed silent, soaking up every word to understand all that had happened. And when I finished she stared at me.

"You've been through a lot," she finally spoke.

"Yes, it really had been many eventful years since you last saw me."

"I'm sure... did those experiences change you?"

"Of course they did. They made me grow as a person... but I'm still your brother, I'm still the Rafe you grew up with."

"I know, that's not really what I'm worried about."

"Then what is it?"

"I think I changed. Perhaps I changed too much."

That caught me off guard, a bit confused I asked, "What do you mean?" The door flew open, three of the older boys of the village walked in.

"Morgo, you promised you'd help us set up for the festival."

"Yeah, sure, just give me a minute. Me and my sister were in the middle of a conversation."

"No, don't worry about it," Renna assured. "I have something I need to do anyway, we can continue later when you're done."

"Are you sure?" She nodded.

"Go ahead."

"Alright then, I'm coming with."

"Good," one of the boys sighed. "Because we really need another pair of hands." My sister and I went outside, then heading in different directions. 

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Wilamena's pov
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"Not roses, violets! You should try them, they'd look much better!" I expressed with excitement. The girl just laughed at my enthusiasm and said she trusted my judgment. The women young and old of the village had asked me to help get them ready for the festival. 

Some of the girls had asked me how I got my hair done with so many braids and gentle locks that were intertwined with flowers and pearls when I said that I was the one who did it they immediately bade me to do the same to their hair before the celebration started. Which I happily agreed to. As we sat outside in a little group with baskets of flowers and jewels around us to be woven into the hair we caught the eye of more women in the village until almost every one of them sat in our group.