Through the dark forests, you and your father walked down the turning paths. Only 6 years old, you clinged to your father's cloak in fear you would get separated from him. He was a tall man, towering over you. He brandished a sword on his hip and you held a dagger in your free arm. The dark forests were a dark and mysterious place but your father told you that your family held a tradition that required the next in line to travel through the forests.
"Daddy?" You said, looking up at your father. He did not look down at you but you continued to talk. "Is this where Mommy went?" You asked. Your mother left days before but never told you where.
"Yes, _____. She's waiting for us." Your father replied, his voice was low and husky.
You both continued to walk in silence, any creature that lurked in the darkness stayed away at the sight of you two. Soon you could see a light visible in front of you. It was a welcoming sight, after so many hours in darkness.
You squint a little as you emerge fro