September 11 , 1421
The girl walked to the tree standing in the middle of the woods. It was huge, and it always looked haunted to others, but never for her. The tree had symbols and she would always listen to a boy explain what each one meant.
Sometimes in between his explanations he'd joke around, making her laugh. He was the only one who could do that.
She would wait for him here, and would satisfy her curiosity by listening to him intently. He fascinated her, him and his wisdom.
Unbeknownst to her, his brown eyes would light up every time he made her smile.
She lifted her dress and sat down by the tree. After quite a while he came with a bright smile on his face and sat quietly beside her. Instead of deciphering a few symbols, he asked her about an upcoming event.
"It's your 18th name day tomorrow. Have you got any plans?" He asked with a smirk.
"Oh, I do have a plan," she said. Smiling, she tried not to look at him and continued, "But it's not much."
"And what might that be?" he asked, looking at her. She turned to look at him and shrugged, replying, "I'll come here as always and listen to your endless stories."
They stared at each other for a moment, holding each other's gaze. He then smirked and looked at the sky with nothing but darkness. "Of course you will, I know you would. But you won't," he said the last part lighter than a whisper. The girl hadn't had the faintest idea of what he meant.
They sat there in silence when the girl heard noises from afar, sounds of screaming and pleading. She stood up and followed the sound leading to her town, with the boy following closely behind. They hid behind a tree and finally saw what was happening.
It was on fire; her town, her home. Her family is there. She ran to get them, but the boy grabbed her arm and told her it was not safe to go back. She looked at him and back to her burning town, the town where she grew and spent her whole life in. She stood there, motionless, and felt her eyes stinging with tears and bit back a sob. She wouldn't cry, no. She couldn't. She needed to be strong.
She saw a tall man bite the neck of a girl with blonde hair. The notion didn't make any sense to her. When the tall man lifted his face, his mouth was covered in blood. She watched him drop the poor girl's body on the ground with a horrified look on her face. The blonde girl laid on the cold ground, neck filled with blood. She was dead.
She looked at the boy beside her, and shook her head when he saw her nonchalant reaction. He even seem used to it, she thought incredulously. He turned to her, grinning as she backed away with fear.
The next thing she knew was her mouth being filled with coppery liquid. It was blood, his blood. She tried to push his hand away from her mouth, and he did. Then, she heard a snap. And everything went black.
She'll never turn eighteen.