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My name is Tyne, and I am winter 's heart. It is my job to stop the Unseelie Court from spreading into the Wyldwood and into Seelie Court territory during the winter , I have partner who does the same to the Seelie Court during the summer months. Her name is Anharlia and we work together to keep summer and winter in theirrightful places and to keep the balance. I am nineteen even though I look seventeen (I still think it's trippy) but hey, I guess that's what happens when you are an immortal fey. Anharlia seems used to it already.
Technically, I am very young but I don't feel like it. Most fey are at least several centuries old and anything less is considered young. I suppose in a way I'm still a baby compared to them. Anharlia is considered young and she is older than me by quite a few centuries. She won't tell me her age. I think it makes her feel old, but I daren't ask. Anything seems to set her off now days. It's gotten worse. She sometimes has breakdowns... over her parents and I guess mine too.
Anharlia and I have been the hearts of winter and summer since both our sets of parents died. It may seem like a tragedy and I am sure that to her it was. However, I was four when the incident occurred and as such have no recollection of it or my parents. She, on the other hand, was already a couple of centuries old when it happened. I have grown up with her for a parent, although she acts more like a sister to me.
Anharlia has a heart of pure gold! She has long red hair and startling green eyes that seem to look right into your soul. She cares for pretty much every animal in the Briars. She helps them when their wounded, when they want to talk about problems and sometimes if there isn't enough food, she manages to feed them. I help whenever I can. I'm alright at healing, (secretly I think I'm rather good- but I can't say that) but I suck at everything else. Anharlia says I don't have the correct mind set. I really don't care about their cousin kissing their girlfriend, or whatever else it is. To me that's just gossip, and gossip isn't something I do.
My parents lived in the Briars in Wyldwood, how long for, she refuses to tell me. I suspect a few centuries but cannot be sure. I do not even know how long she has lived here for. When my parents died, the heart (a blue and white swirled translucent crystal, small enough to fitin the palm of my hand) passed on to me.
My mother, Kayla, was the original keeper of the heart but then she fell in love with my father. A keeper of the heart may choose another person to help them protect and guard the heart. That way, if one of them dies, the other can go on protecting it. However if both did, like the case of my parents, then the heart passes on to either the eldest of their kin or a chosen successor.
My parents never choose a successor and I am their only child. Anharlia got hers the same way at the same time. We were all out together in the Wyldwood. Anharlia was a couple of centuries old and my parents were several centuries older than her. I was four. We were attacked by a wyvern. My parents told us to run. Anharlia carried back to the house in the briars. None of our parents never returned, but the hearts did.
They appeared as we slept. When Anharlia awoke the summer heart (a yellow and green translucent crystal) was in her hands. She screamed, waking me up. The winter heart was in my hands. At the time I was too young too understand any of this. I would frequently ask when mummy and daddy would be back and she would cry.
Of course you are probably thinking about how a four year old managed to be a protector of the heart. I have no idea. Anharlia refuses to tell me much of what happened in the years when I was growing up. In fact I only really started to remember things when I was eleven. I suspect she blocked my memories but I don't want to accuse her of this if she hadn't.
We supposedly spent most of my childhood playing and learning the ways of the Briars so we could cope without my parents. I don't believe her. I know it must have been difficult for her, our parents dying like that, but I think if we had really spent my childhood like that, she would tell me about it when I ask. Or maybe i'd remember it.
The Wlywood was as its name suggests, wild. The trees were a tangled mess and brambles often reached out to snag on your clothing. There was always something rustling about casting a feeling of unease. The place seemed to be alive.
My real story starts one day when I was out in the Wyldwood and ran, quite literally I'm afraid, into a winter prince. It was very unfortunate. Especially as his mother, Queen Mab,wanted my parents back. As it turned out, before they lived in the Wyldwood they had lived in her palace under her influence and control. They had married, then escaped from her as they were worried that she would try to take the heart from them. Fortunately the summer heart protectors had recently done the same and whilst in the Wyldwood, ran into each other.
Don't ask me how, but Mab knew my parents had had me and knew they had died. Somehow she even knew what I looked like when I was nine, short, blonde, pale and violet eyes. This gave her enough to go on to order her people that if they were to ever see someone who looked like me to capture me and bring me to her.
And of course my bad luck led me to walk straight into a wyvern's nest and fall on to it. Then, in my mad rush to get away from it, I fell right in to Mab's hands by hurtling into a winter prince and of all the princes, it was the one who had the reputation of being a cruel, frozen, jerk. From that moment on, I was screwed as my luck didn't get any better.