"Anthe, one day you are going to be my successor, along with your brother. You must lead the clan with respect and dignity, do you understand?" her father said.
"Yes Papa, I understand.
"Anthe, sweetie I'm so proud of you" her mother said. "Your'e doing so well in everything that I could have hoped for."
"Thank you mama. When are you coming home?"
"...Not for a while sweetie, but be brave for everyone okay?"
"Okay mama. I love you."
"And I love you"
Anthe woke up crying.
"Yes! Thats it, thats it! Keep attacking like that!" her sword fighting teacher yelled at her. "That fire is what you need to succeed in life and with the blade!"
Anthe woke up screaming. She saw the world burning. Why was she cursed with this gift? She didn't want it, it had forcefully been given.
"Really papa, can I? Can I?"
"Yes sweet, if you think you can handle the responsibility." "Oh thank you papa!" She clutched the little kitten to her chest.
"You must always move on, always reaching, always striving for a goal, Anthe." Her mother whispered in her ear. She may not have gotten that t the time, but she certainly did now as she ran to catch up with her brother.
She hid in her room, in a little ball. She wanted to disappear, to be tucked away from the world, only ready to come out when she didn't feel so alone.
Minor Blesings:
She felt at home in the arms of her family, comforting her.
"You will never be anything like your father or even your mother" her aunt hissed.
She had to win, otherwise she had to do the dishes for a week.
She stared down at her mother in a coffin, never feeling so alone.
She plucked at the harp halfheartedly. She couldn't bring herself to play today.
Why should she have faith in the world, when it took her mother away?
She moved swiftly and silently through the trees, hoping to not get caught.She wanted to win the game after all.
Anthe saw her brother after a month apart.
She promised her father to be strong enough to take care of the clan.
She felt the air rush through her wings as she flew.
Patiently brushing each feather.
"I will learn to sword fight and be better than Ander! Just you wait Papa!"
She had to win, breakfast was on the line here.
She felt like a rock, heavy and immovable. Her brother couldn't leave.
She pet the cat gently as she lulled it to sleep....
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