Violet choked on the water that had filled her lungs. She was alive, barely. She had landed here, at the shore of Aelora River. The river the traitors tried to drown her in. A sudden shiver ran over Violet’s body, reminding her that she was in fact wearing her nightgown. The winter had only begun a few days prior. Snow had not fallen yet, fortunately. Her lips were an icy blue, her skin sickly pale. Violet was afraid but her body was in fight or flight, as she was trying to stay alive. She heard a rustle behind the trees. A moment later, a young man with long brown hair and a full beard revealed himself. He staggered as he noticed the girl, face going from bewildered to distressed in a split second. Quickly, he made his way to the girl, kneeling to the ground before her. Violet felt exposed, naked. Her once white nightgown had become translucent due to the streaming water. She looked into the man’s eyes. They were shining an emerald colour. Violet felt light-headed, on the verge of fainting. The man panicked, seeing Violet’s eyes about to close. He gently picked her up and carried her away. Violet did not know where they were going, what the unfamiliar man would do, but she felt a trust towards him. She closed her eyes.
Violet woke up some time later. She quickly glanced around the room she was currently in. It was some sort of living room. To her right was a lit fireplace, warming her freezing body. Her nightgown has returned to its original cream colour. Her short apricot hair had dried, returning to its natural wavy state. She looked around some more and found a small kitchen just beside the living room. Violet feared as she heard noises in the distance. Then followed heavy footsteps, becoming louder and closer. Violet laid back down and closed her eyes, pretending to sleep. The heavy footsteps stopped, just mere feet in front of her. The deep and familiar voice called out to her: “I know you are awake; you do not have to pretend. Your breathing is too regular; you are trying to find a pattern.” Violet opened her eyes, being met with the stranger that had helped her. He was leaning against a doorframe; a cheeky smirk planted on his face. He looked so familiar to Violet, but she just could not place from were.
Flashbacks:
Violet ran barefoot over the fields of gold, illuminating in the sunset. She has never felt so free. And for a moment she was. But she should not have gone out alone, she knew all the consequences that came with it. In the distance, she saw the man just standing there. A traitor. She came to a halt, considering what to do next. He just stood there watching. Just for a moment, Violet thought he would stay there; he started sprinting instead. She screamed at the top of her lungs, running from him. She was not going to be faster than him, she would never be able to escape.
A Hand yanked her into a patch of tall grass. She tried to scream, but another hand covered her mouth. She stilled, feeling a sudden comfort. The man from the field ran past her and the stranger, not seeing them. The grip on her loosened and she turned, just to see a boy her age. But she has seen that face before. He was a traitor. Violet froze, not knowing what to do. But the boy just smirked at her and whispered, “Don’t come here again, next time I won’t be here to save you.” Violet smiled and the boy saluted her, before disappearing in the grass.
Present:
“You were a traitor.” Violet remembered him. By now she was fully standing in the living room, not knowing what to do. The Stanger smiled, looking at the ground, before looking at her again, “Yes indeed and I actually lied then, cause look where we are now.” Violet genuinely laughed, feeling like a child again. He extended his hand: “I’m Silas.” Violet shook his hand: “Violet.” Now that their paths have crossed, their relationship to one another has started…
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