When young Johanna was six, she had a little brother, twin brother. She was 2 1/2 minutes older, and never let him forget it. One day while they were supposed to be sleeping, they snuck out the window to play outside, so they ran to their secret spot in the woods, but something was off, there was a young baby black bear. Johannas brother was running up ahead and never saw it comming. The mother bear didn't take any chances when he ran in-between the mother and her cub. Johanna was six years old when she saw her brother die. She screamed and screamed until a young man came, the bear had already left. The man carried the boy home holding little Johannas hand in his own scared and calloused one. Johanna was never the same. Her family always wondered if thats why the games just seemed to be a minor inconvience. ~PrimWiress