Hey readers, something very, very sad has happened at my school. :( Over the weekend, a kid named Alex Anderson committed suicide because of bullying. I can't really say I knew him, but my friend Lily did. It's really a terrible thing when someone kills themselves because there are people pathetic enough out there to make fun of them for being different. A few of the girls who weren't ice to him are sorry for what they did, and he will be missed. Let's share the love and stop bullying!
Estrid had always been a prodigy. She could fight with any kind of weapon, knew the weakness of every type of dragon, and knew dozens of different fighting styles and patterns as well as being able to pass fierce training courses. She was the best fighter in the village and possibly in all of Berk. She knew it too and never missed the opportunity to brag about it to her sister; Estrid was, without a doubt, very mean spirited (or as Fae put it "evil"). Not many people took notice of this though; they were too busy praising her for her dragon fighting skills. She truly was the best of the best.
But Estrid hadn't always been terrible, there was a time when she had been fairly nice; but it was a time so long ago, Fae could barely remember it. The memories she did have were faint and fuzzy, but they were there.
"I'm sorry." A five year old Fae apologized, after she had ruined her sister's favorite vest by dribbling honey all over it.
Fae expected her sister to be mad, but instead, Estrid just smiled "That's alright."
"Wha?" Fae sniffled.
"It was only a vest." Estrid replied.
"But it was your favorite vest, and I ruined it." Fae cried again.
"It was getting old anyway." Estrid told her, holding out her hand "Don't be sad, come on, let's see if Ingrid will make us some meat cakes."
"Okay." Fae said, taking her sister's hand as she led her inside.
A few months after that, Estrid decided one day that she wanted to go camping in the woods.
"Why do you want to do that?" Fae asked her.
"Just to see what it's like. I want to have a lot of cool experiences, and what better start than sleeping in the wilderness?" Estrid replied.
"Sounds kinda scary." Fae commented.
"Maybe, but you can't do coo, things if you don't take risks."
"Sometimes it's hard for me to believe you're seven." Fae said to her.
Fae asked if she could come, but Estrid insisted on going by herself. Fae spent all night worrying of her sister would come back in the morning. When she did, Fae was relieved and ran to give her hug.
"Get off me!" she said, trying to wrench her sister's arms off.
Fae looked hurt "How was your trip?" she asked.
"Why would I tell you?" she snapped.
After that Estrid only became more and more bossy and impatient, and Fae avoided pretty much all together. Estrid claimed she had better things to do than hang around an annoying younger sister when she could be training.
Fae became would've become quite lonely after that if Asher hadn't started hanging out with her everyday, though she still missed Estrid.
"Why don't you play with Estrid any more?" he asked her a year later "You guys used to be real close."
"She's not the same anymore." Fae answered curtly.
In the following years, when the village categorized Fae as a total incapable, wimpy, klutz; Fae and Estrid showed thick bitterness towards each other. Fae was jealous of her sister, and wished people held her in such high esteem as they did Estrid. But she couldn't help but think' what had happened to her sister on that day that made her change so much?
I know this chapter seemed like it had nothing to do with the story, but if you have stuck with me this far, I have faith that you will read further chapters; therefore discovering the hidden meaning behind this chapter. Thanks for reading, and I'll try to update soon.
