Roza Amarilta
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The sun shone down on the small meadow in the middle of the wood elven village, the homes and markets bustling high above in the treetops. Roza and her elder sister, Junipett, were playing in that meadow, the light casting a golden halo down on their heads. Junipett was 30 years of age to Roza’s 6, but vast differences such as this between siblings in the elven community were commonplace. They lived such long lives that there was scarcely any need to have children quickly, and 30 was still practically a toddler to them.
Junipett looked much like an adult version of Roza, with long dark brown hair and bronzed skin, but with deep brown eyes where her younger sister had hazel. Many in the village called the youngest Amarilta Junipett’s shadow. Where the oldest child went, her sibling followed. It was her older sister that taught her how to braid her own hair at a young age, who taught her how to follow tracks and climb trees quickly. Junipett was much more of a pacifist than what Roza would turn out to be, however, and couldn’t bring herself to kill an animal herself, so learning the bow and arrow and everything that came with hunting was left to be taught by their father.
The day was like any other day with the pair in the meadow. They were passing a twine ball back and forth, laughing and chattering on happily. A whistle sounded from above, the call of their mother telling them to come up for lunch, but little Roza wasn’t ready for that. She was having fun playing with her sister, she wanted to play more! Why did their mother have to be so mean?
Junipett frowned at her sister, perching the ball on her hip as she held out her hand. “Come along, Roza. Mother made lunch. It’s polite and respectful for us to eat the meal she’s made for us, she’ll be sad if we don’t. We can play more afterwards, I promise,” she offered.
But Roza didn’t care. Not one bit. In her young mind, which very much needed a nap, this was horrible and completely unfair. Why did she always have to do what the adults wanted, why couldn’t the adults do what she wanted? It was stupid, stupid, stupid. Her tiny face puckered and reddened, tears shining in her hazel eyes. A meltdown was brewing that Junipett could see a mile away.
“Roza, come now. No tears. We have to go or we’ll be late,”her sister said with an exasperated sigh. She walked forward the few steps to the girl and reached for her small hand, folding it into her larger one as she began to tug her toward one of the pulley platforms that would take them up to their village.
”No no no!” Roza wailed, tugging against her sister in the opposite direction. She would not be taken so easily, not without a fight. But this only led to Junipett pulling harder.
“Roza! Stop being so stubborn and listen to me!” the eldest Amarilta demanded, her tone rising into a sharp point.
“No, I hate you! I hate you, I hate you!”the girl screamed, chest heaving and tears streaming down her face. In her tiny rage, she opened her mouth to scream as any temper tantrum throwing child would, and she did scream. Only the scream brought much more than just an ear splitting shriek.
It brought with it the force of the heavens.
The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and she felt a rush go through her body that made her lightheaded and warm all over. Then, a light brighter than she’d ever seen came hurtling down from the heavens, blinding her and sending her toppling through the air like a ragdoll straight across the clearing. When she landed, she was knocked unconscious. Perhaps for the best. Because of this, she didn’t have to witness the screaming of the villagers, the wails of her mother as she came down to the ground to find her oldest child burnt and lifeless after being struck by lightning, or the flaming ball of twine roll from her sister’s hand to a space a few feet away. She was spared all of this in that moment, but when she awoke later, everything in her life would change.
Junipett looked much like an adult version of Roza, with long dark brown hair and bronzed skin, but with deep brown eyes where her younger sister had hazel. Many in the village called the youngest Amarilta Junipett’s shadow. Where the oldest child went, her sibling followed. It was her older sister that taught her how to braid her own hair at a young age, who taught her how to follow tracks and climb trees quickly. Junipett was much more of a pacifist than what Roza would turn out to be, however, and couldn’t bring herself to kill an animal herself, so learning the bow and arrow and everything that came with hunting was left to be taught by their father.
The day was like any other day with the pair in the meadow. They were passing a twine ball back and forth, laughing and chattering on happily. A whistle sounded from above, the call of their mother telling them to come up for lunch, but little Roza wasn’t ready for that. She was having fun playing with her sister, she wanted to play more! Why did their mother have to be so mean?
Junipett frowned at her sister, perching the ball on her hip as she held out her hand. “Come along, Roza. Mother made lunch. It’s polite and respectful for us to eat the meal she’s made for us, she’ll be sad if we don’t. We can play more afterwards, I promise,” she offered.
But Roza didn’t care. Not one bit. In her young mind, which very much needed a nap, this was horrible and completely unfair. Why did she always have to do what the adults wanted, why couldn’t the adults do what she wanted? It was stupid, stupid, stupid. Her tiny face puckered and reddened, tears shining in her hazel eyes. A meltdown was brewing that Junipett could see a mile away.
“Roza, come now. No tears. We have to go or we’ll be late,”her sister said with an exasperated sigh. She walked forward the few steps to the girl and reached for her small hand, folding it into her larger one as she began to tug her toward one of the pulley platforms that would take them up to their village.
”No no no!” Roza wailed, tugging against her sister in the opposite direction. She would not be taken so easily, not without a fight. But this only led to Junipett pulling harder.
“Roza! Stop being so stubborn and listen to me!” the eldest Amarilta demanded, her tone rising into a sharp point.
“No, I hate you! I hate you, I hate you!”the girl screamed, chest heaving and tears streaming down her face. In her tiny rage, she opened her mouth to scream as any temper tantrum throwing child would, and she did scream. Only the scream brought much more than just an ear splitting shriek.
It brought with it the force of the heavens.
The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and she felt a rush go through her body that made her lightheaded and warm all over. Then, a light brighter than she’d ever seen came hurtling down from the heavens, blinding her and sending her toppling through the air like a ragdoll straight across the clearing. When she landed, she was knocked unconscious. Perhaps for the best. Because of this, she didn’t have to witness the screaming of the villagers, the wails of her mother as she came down to the ground to find her oldest child burnt and lifeless after being struck by lightning, or the flaming ball of twine roll from her sister’s hand to a space a few feet away. She was spared all of this in that moment, but when she awoke later, everything in her life would change.