Once upon a time, in a land far away lived a family of three; an elder sister, her brother and their young baby sister. They lived in a small shabby hut surrounded by snow and far far away from any other humans. The eldest sister was a hard working woman. Each day she would travel to the nearest town to work and gather the things needed for her siblings. The middle brother, a curious young boy, took care of their baby sister while the eldest was away. Though they lived in poverty, they were happy with what they had.
Near the hut was an enchanted forest eternally ruled by snow. Nothing lives in it; even the animals dare not venture close. The townsfolk claimed that it was protected by General Winter; others claimed it was cursed by him. No matter what the reason was, it was an unspoken rule never to enter it.
One day, while the eldest was away, the middle brother's curiosity finally got the better of him. How can they know about this forest, he thought, if none had ever explored it? Gathering his warmest clothes and the knife given to him by the eldest, he tucked his baby sister safely inside the hut and left for the forest.
No one knew what happened to him but he never returned that night. Some stories said that the boy got lost and froze to death, never to be found again. Others told that he was caught trespassing by the General and punished. They said the General stole the boy's heart and hidden it deep inside the maze of trees. Until the heart was returned, the boy was enslaved to him and could never leave the forest.
Years pass by and stories of travelers claiming to see the missing boy increased. He would peer out enviously from the tree lines, they said, or sometimes even lure people in to alleviate his loneliness. Many adventurers tried to prove the myth about the boy but none has ever returned, solidifying the townsfolk fear of the forest.
And the mystery continues to be unsolved till even today.
A/N:
A short drabble while trying to avoid homework I guess. XD;;
May or may not be continued.