Preface:
An abstract being rustled the leaves high in the tree tops. The sad song of the leaves echoed through the air setting the beginning of a story, never told before to another. Two beings, one human, the other, only a myth being sat in twin rocking chairs. The human was old in age, with gray hair, wrinkly skin and wise eyes.
Her time came and had gone long before the two seat silently those chairs. Her memories were still mostly based on the past of the humans. She'd seen the worst in this world, and the best. She was in slavery, when slavery for the human kind was still the only way humans could live, but she was set free, while she was young. She had more happiness looking back into the past than she did actually living it. Not all of it was good, even when she was free there was the constant fear of all of those with her that they would be sold back into the slavery.
Even though she never had to deal with most of those fears, she felt and knew what the others felt, fear that never really left the mind. She was one of the lucky ones; she was protected from any of the slave traders. She had her old Master, the one that let her go. Her little sister mate.
That was who was sitting beside her, her sister. She was changed by the man she loved, into something so she could spend all of the possible time with him.
Rain sipped from her glass of iced tea and looked at the young looking girl beside her. She was her little sister, for now and always. It didn't really matter to her that Alice was a Supernatural, what really mattered to her was that Alice was taken care of. And that she was never going to have to be afraid of anything.
A slight smile formed on her lips. Her little baby sister.
"How much longer do you have, Rain?" a quite voiced asked her. Not realizing she was spacing off into the distance going over the past Rain snapped back into the now.
Looking over her sister Rain looked right in her eyes. "A few months, maybe less. No body's really sure. They keep telling me different answers, giving different drugs to take. It's all up in the air. You know this."
The vivid green eyes saddened.
Sighing, "I know. But why are we doing this today? Why now?" Alice questioned.
"Because, at anytime I can lose all of my memories and I don't want to have it burdened to you. It's my story too you know. And, she needs to know." Just then, the screen door opened and a woman of the age twenty eight walked out caring a tray of food for her mother.
It was time she knew about her mother's life and why she was the way she was.
So here goes nothing.