Legends of Belariath

Vera

Vera's life was pretty normal, growing up with her sister Vaena and her parents. Both vulpine were taught to fend for themselves and teach themselves at a young age. The two were unseperable it seemed, which could have been their downfall.

A defining moment, probably the most defining moment in Vera's life, was the day she lost her sister...

It was a beautiful afternoon and the twins decided to make their way down to the river to play faeries and goblins with some village friends. When they got there, it seemed it was only the two of them, and well, not being the type of girls to just sit around and do nothing, they would play until the rest of the children joined them.

The fort they had was amazing. There was a small treehouse, enough to hold the two girls and about ten other children to play, and a large rope that you could swing into the lake attached to the river, though only on calm days. And there was a little bridge covered with vines and flowers to make things look more magical.

Well... The girls decided to swing, and run and play... Although there was a reason that there was no one else out to play... There was a storm rolling in...

It wasn't noticed until too late that the waters were churning and rolling, begging for something, rushing and rolling, charging down the rivers beg and rising higher and higher. On the way running back to the village, the bridge gave way to the churning depths below, taking Vera's sister with it.

A scream rang out as the young vulpine ran along the water's edge, looking for any sign of her sister. She would sit by the water's edge and wait, wait for things to die down, sitting in the pouring rain, begging the Gods not to take her sister... Although by that time... He pleas were in vain...

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