Violet stepped in the cabin following the mysterious girl. A great rush of light illuminated Violet's world, with warmth and comfort. She could now see the girl better. Her hair was dirty blonde, a soft wave curling it. She had dark stormy blue eyes that glistened in the firelight coming from the fireplace. She wore a tatty brown dress that had slight tares at the hem. She was tall and skinny and had a long face, kind of like a horse. "Umm," said Violet softly, "Who-who are you?" The Girl walked around and started rummaging through some cabinets. Without looking at Violet she said, "Narantha Choson, guardian of these woods." Violet stood there not sure if that answered her question.
Narantha looked at Violet. "Well don't just stand there! Lay your brother down! I can't help him if I can't examine him!" Violet jumped as the girl spoke. "Erm, okay…?" She said quietly as she set Klaus on the sofa in front of her. Narantha was holding bandages, medicines, rags, and some other odd items. Narantha bent down setting all of the supplies rolling to her toes.
Narantha spent a good hour, stripping Klaus of his shirt, cutting off the leggings on his pants, cleaning, healing and wrapping his wounds, injecting a mild sleeping antibiotic to help him rest, as he was quite tense and shaky. Violet looked at her brother, tears once again welling in her eyes. She knew he was just asleep… but from the cuts and gashes on him it looked… looked almost like- Violet gasped feeling a warm hand lay on hers. It was Narantha's, but that was not what surprised her. In Narantha's eyes Violet saw a hint of sorrow, of woe, of… understanding.
"I know…" said Narantha quietly, gripping Violets hand now as though it was her brother on the couch, and not Violet's, "how it feels to lose something important to you." Violet felt a bubble of panic blow up inside her. "He-he's not going to- he won't…" Narantha clutched her hand tighter. "I- I never said he would…" she said a quiver of pain inserting itself in her words. "I was referring to your other losses.
"When I was a girl, my parents went out to get some dinner. We really didn't leave the forest all too much. As they left I felt something odd… as though we were being watched, but I didn't bother my older sister… she had a terrible flue, so I decided just to hang around. Then night came, and mom and dad still hadn't returned, and every second Julie's flue was getting worse. I decided I couldn't take care of Julie alone, she was older, and she should be taking care of ME. So… I set off to find my parents… and I did- I found them lying face down in blood-stained snow."
Violet dropped the herbal tea Narantha had given her to be sure she didn't catch cold. The glass shattered against the wood floor, the tea inside rolled in ribbons, making the light tan wood look dark brown. "Oh!" Violet yelped bending over to pick up the broken pieces. "No, no, it's my fault, I just started rambling…" Said Narantha hurrying to help with the glass.
There was an awkward silence for a good fifteen minutes as the girls cleaned the broken glass and just sat watching Klaus sleep quietly, and Sunny, who had curled up by his feet like a dog, and two, drifted into sleep. Violet sighed, sipping from the new glass Narantha had given her. Memories were flooding through her mind, then a memory that had haunted her before made her nearly drop the second glass.
"As the oldest," said her mother's voice in her ear, "you must always look after your siblings…" The voice faded away like her mother had done to her… just faded away… the next thing Violet knew she was on her knees sobbing. She expected Narantha to be looking at her like she was a freak, but to her surprise, Narantha was crying to. It was true, Narantha wasn't in the hysterically like Violet, but there were tears in her eyes.
Narantha leaned over and helped Violet to her feet. "You should get some sleep… you can take Julie's old room." Violet nodded wiping her eyes. Before she walked out of the room a question popped out of her before she could stop it. "What happened to Julie?" She covered her mouth surprised at what a rude question she just asked, but Narantha didn't seem to mind. "She died a week after my parents." Violet nodded and walked into Julie's bedroom.
Once Narantha was positive Violet was gone she sighed. "I don't know what to do…" she cried slumping down into a chair, "I don't know what to do!" A large dog stepped out of the kitchen and looked at Narantha with his big brown eyes. The dog was large, scruffy, and almost wolf-like. It set its muzzle on Narantha's lap and licked the tears that were streaming down her face. "Moon, I can't do it! You saw how much Violet cares about her brother… I just CAN'T tell her!" The dog, Moon, cocked his head. She nodded… "If I wait until tomorrow it may be too late… but she finally has a nice place to sleep… I'm sure he'll be okay tonight…" She walked by the sofa and looked at Klaus, but that made her begin to cry again. "I've done all that I can do… he's not going to make it… and I can't stop it!"