WARNING: Nothings mine besides Auroa, everything else belongs to J.R.R Tolkien
Chapter 1: Final Farewell
Auroa was sat beside the window of her mother's hospital room looking out at the busy world below. People were running around, laughing and crying and living their own lives completely ignorant of what was taking place in the building behind them. She couldn't understand how everyone in the world could carry on as usual when in the very room that she was sat somebody was dying. To her life seemed to have come to a standstill and everyday life was utterly meaningless. Who cared about school or the fact that Benny Church thought she was hot when her own mother was dying and she couldn't do anything about it.
She glanced to her left at her mother's lifeless form, watching her once familiar face for any signs of life, but the beautiful face of Catharine Melion was deathly pale and hidden with ugly cuts and dark bruises that covered the beauty. Her once beautiful hair was spread across the pillow now lank and in the pale morning light her mum looked dead already.
Growing up Auroa had always wished she looked more like her mother. With golden hair and the face of an angel Catherine Melion was gorgeous whereas her daughter had clearly gotten her looks from her father's side of the family. Auroa's hair was a much darker blonde and her eyes a hard grey colour. Freckles, something which Auroa had always despised were strewn across her face. Thankfully she took after Catharine in other ways both females were determined and hard working and generous.
Sitting in the window of the hospital Auroa closed her eyes and wished away the image of her broken mother thinking instead of the cheerful one she knew instead. Both Auroa and her mother shared a great love of fairy tales and Auroa imagined the expression on her mothers face when she told Auroa her great Auroa was younger she could listen for hours to her mother telling her tales of elves, dwarves and men fighting battles, winning princesses. Most of all she loved to hear tales of the three elven homes, Rivendell, Mirkwood and Lothlorien.
These were the trouble free times that Auroa longed to return to instead of facing the worrying prospect before her. Catharine had not woken up in the two weeks since the accident, and with each passing day another piece of hope slipped away. A sudden beep woke Auroa from her thoughts and she snapped her eyes over to the monitor next to the bed. Her mother's heart was beating far too fast, so with her own hammering her chest she ran and wrenched open the door yelling for help.
"Auroa" She didn't recognize the once bright and melodic voice of her mother straight away as it was now weakened and quiet after weeks of misuse. Approaching the bedside Auroa was at least thankful that she could see her mum's bright green eyes again.
" Mum…"
" I need you to promise me something Auroa, something you need to do for me" Catharine's eyes were boring into her daughters silently begging her to listen, this terrified Auroa more than the constant sound of the machines, something was wrong.
"Of course, mum anything"
"Find the path in Sundermann forest, it leads to your father. You have a life there, a purpose. I took you away, I tried to prevent it but now you need to go back." Auroa stared at her mother as though she were mad. A path, her father and some sort of purpose? Auroa had never known her father and although her mother had refused to speak of him she had always assumed he was some sort of low life that had abandoned her mother at the first sign of trouble. Perhaps it was the medicine talking?
"But…."
"No Auroa promise me." The pleading tone in her mum's voice was making her uneasy but she promised all the same.
"Of course mum, I promise."
As soon as the promise was made Catherine seemed to be relieved, she sunk back onto the pillows and Auroa could almost see the light fading from her eyes as they slid shut. As the doctors continued to rush around them Auroa already knew it was too late her mother was dead.
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