It has been nearly a year. A four-season cycle, since her family was slaughtered. Seren can hardly believe it; time has moved, at once, fast and slow. It has passed within the blink of an eye, and yet, she feels centuries older than before. Where she was once vivacious, now she is more reserved. Once foolhardy, now risk averse.
But she is, at the end of the day, alive. That is more than she can say for many.
Her parents. Her sister, Heulwen, certainly—Seren had heard news of her death and wept.
And Eurwen? Llewellyn?
That is why she searches: to find the truth. To find him. More than that, though. If it were only for Seren, she would travel more slowly. But the fate of an entire kingdom hinges on finding her brother; the hopes and hearts of dozens, she carries with her. She cannot—will not—let them down.
A border lies along the edge of this forest, cloaked in fresh scents; she steers clear, traveling deeper into the woods. Her golden pelt is no camouflage against the drab colors of winter, but she fears nothing here. Not when she knows there is far more to fear in the lands she has left behind.
But she is, at the end of the day, alive. That is more than she can say for many.
Her parents. Her sister, Heulwen, certainly—Seren had heard news of her death and wept.
And Eurwen? Llewellyn?
That is why she searches: to find the truth. To find him. More than that, though. If it were only for Seren, she would travel more slowly. But the fate of an entire kingdom hinges on finding her brother; the hopes and hearts of dozens, she carries with her. She cannot—will not—let them down.
A border lies along the edge of this forest, cloaked in fresh scents; she steers clear, traveling deeper into the woods. Her golden pelt is no camouflage against the drab colors of winter, but she fears nothing here. Not when she knows there is far more to fear in the lands she has left behind.
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