Sheer and Celeste stood in the cold night breeze atop the village gates. With each gust came another memory, memories of such a long time ago when they had visited with their much missed parents. A time when they had nothing to worry about. A time when they were happy.
Sheer let out a long winded sigh, letting the nights cool air lift up her dark brown curls. With each gust, she took all the air in, reminiscing the best memories before briefly preparing herself for the new life she was bound to face here, in the village hidden in the leaves.
Their time had come.