AN: Hey! Sorry I've been M.I.A for a while! I was just stumped on ideas since the juice for that part of my brain is finished and I couldn't bear myself to abandon this story! It's one of my favourites so far! So now we're taking a break from the current story and are having a blast from the past :D Introducing:

Chapter 17: Break time from the story

"Matthew! Matthew! Where can he be?" a woman in her mid-forties shouted, her voice becoming hoarse. A search party had been out since dawn for the missing Greene siblings and so far, they came up with nothing. "The poor boy is only five!"

"Anna, we know and we care for them as much as you do-"the man stopped talking when 'Anna' gave him a harsh look. The rest of the party consisted of men, their age in different varieties. Now that the sun had come up, they blew out their torches, the footsteps drowning out by the echoes of other animals.

Up ahead, Anna saw a brown haired figure. She burst into a scream and ran, grabbing the poor Matthew and cradling him in her arms. The five year-old was un-emotive, his freckled face staying unsteadily calm. A hand was placed on Anna's shoulder and he bent down to their height.

"Mat, where are your sisters?" The boy looked at Jake with his hazel eyes and looked toward the end of the cliff. All twelve men gasped, realising what he implied. Anna took a few more seconds to fully realise that they were gone. Her scream echoed through the woods she scuttled across to the cliff. Two men held her back to try and restrain her but she kicked and fought her way until she was absolutely sure. Her azul eyes scanned the sea of trees until she saw a lock of blonde on a branch.

"Sister's fell..." Jake heard the hesitation in the young boys' voice and raised an eyebrow. It was a coincidence that BOTH his sisters fell to their death? And into the Burgess forest?

Anna scooped Matthew up in her arms and brought him into the distressed arms of his mother and father. The couple choked back sobs over their beloved daughters as Matthew clung onto them. Jake continued to stare at the boy. There was something wrong in the air, he could feel it. It was as if all happiness was taken away.

A shadow was cast over them and for a second, Jake thought it was a person. He looked up but only saw the starry night, the moon obscured by clouds. Eyeing the suspicious night, he turned his back and walked back with the rest of the group.

Five years later, during the full moon of autumn, the villagers trekked up to the same cliff, all holding lit candles, all wearing hoods. Right at the front was the sobbing parents of the two victims and their now ten year-old son. The boy in saying wasn't shedding any tears whatsoever. Some people might've called it brave. But he knew better.

"Mat, why don't you place the first candle?" Hi mother nudged him forward. Stumbling slightly, he gave an uneasy glance at her but placed the candle on the tip of the cliff. Stepping back, he bowed his head as if in prayer then walked back to his mother, who lovingly placed an arm around him.

One by one, everyone in the village had paid their tributes to the fallen. There was another family who understood exactly what they were going through, the Overland family. Among them was their teenage daughter, Emma, who was now fifteen years of age. She had grown magnificently; her bangs no longer awkwardly cut but now were longer in length and swept to the side. Her brown hair had grown and had a shiny glow from the moon light.

Her personality since that night her older brother died had changed. She became more disclosed to herself didn't feel like going out. She usually wore a stoic and clear face but it now softened as she caught sight of the young boy.

One by one, the villagers dispersed back to their homes, yawning. All except the Greene family. They stayed at the cliff, stiff as bones from the cold air, watching the sunrise. Hiding in the trees was Emma Overland, curious about the little ten year-old. She waited until the sleepy-eyed parents left to emerge.

"Mat," The boy looked up, his face like a reflection to hers. Both scarred children sat next to each other. "What happened on this cliff?"

The question caught the boy off guard as he stared at her. People had been asking him that for years but he always claimed he didn't remember. Out of all the people who asked him, Emma Overland never asked him once, because she knew what it was like. She stared into the sunset, avoiding his eye contact, and threw a rock into the sea of trees below.

"Why do you wanna know?"

"Cuz I know you know what happened." She answered bluntly. Matthew sighed and twiddled his thumbs. Emma looked back at him and gave him a small smile, which is very rare. His eyes widened in shock and he gulped.

"Well..." He told what he could remember about that night to Emma. He hesitated before admitting he killed his own sister. "And, then those people found me..." Sighed Matthew, finishing his story. Throughout this entire tale, Emma sat wide eyed, focussing on every word.

"Y-you killed your own sister?"

Matthew turned a shade of red and shrugged, "She killed her own twin... she got what she deserved." Emma was shocked to hear a ten year-old say something only grown-ups would say. Turning back to the trees, she noticed the head tower of the village and sighed.

"C'mon, we gotta go."

Getting up, she extended her arm for Matthew, which he accepted. They both walked back to their village in silence.

"I think she likes you." Emma snickered as she approached Matthew. The sixteen year-old young man blushed as he looked up. Quickly ducking away behind a tree was the most beautiful girl Matthew had ever seen. His eyes seemed transfixed to the spot he saw her. It was the laugh of the twenty one year-old that brought him out of his trance. "Her name's Charlie, go talk to her- GO!" Emma shoved Matthew to the direction where the girl disappeared to. He looked back and gave death glare which gained more laughter from Emma.

He walked around to the tree and saw the girl, Charlie, sitting underneath. She had orange-red hair and bright blue eyes. Matthew smiled shyly and waved. The girl giggled and waved back. Standing up, she shyly looked at him through her mane of curly hair. Whipping his hair to the side, they both walked together, arm in arm, to the forest.

In the background, Emma whooped for joy, punching the air as her friend found love.

"Angela! Get back here!"

"No daddy!" giggled a small six year-old, running away from young man in his late twenties, her father, reach and hiding behind a tree. The father groaned but had a small hint of a smile. Shaking his head, he pretended he couldn't find his daughter.

"Is she over here? No? Angie, where are you? Mommy called us back for dinner!"

Giggling, the little girl called out, "No she didn't!" Her father grinned. "No, you're right, it was a trap!" he scooped up his daughter, tickling her belly.

"Angie, dinner's ready!" a woman with red, curly hair called out. Angela's bright blue eyes danced with happiness as she jumped out of her father's arms. "Matt, you have to come too." The man chuckled before following his daughters footsteps into their house, where the woman greeted him with a small peck on the cheek.

"It's nice you name her after your sister,"

"Honey, not now please."

Charlie sighed but gave a smile as she watched her husband walk into their house. Looking out, she noticed that it was nearly full moon.

What the village of Burgess didn't know was that there was a lost girl of the age of fifteen wondering around, turning the leaves brown. Her miserable face couldn't be seen to anyone except for the person who made her who she was.

Manny.