Through the AgesMore Like This
We were four, I think, when we first met. Your vibrant blue eyes met my own darker ones, and I had wondered why I'd never seen you before. You couldn't possibly have been from another clan, for your face reminded me too much of Ashalle, my mother's close friend. But then again, I myself had been kept secret from most of the camp, so perhaps you were in the same situation as I was? You weren't, as I quickly found out when I opened my mouth to speak hello, and in turn received a smack up the back of the head and a kick to the shin.
My mother died three days later, along with my father, and out of all the people who coddled and hugged me and whispered quiet consolations, you were the one who wiped my tears away and called me a stupid girl for crying the way I was. You told me that my father was an idiot for leaving me behind, and I was obviously special although you claimed to not know how that was and that was why I had been left at camp on that fateful day.
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