Years ago, you and Tsu'tey were best friends. You did nearly everything together. Hunted, foraged, danced. Anything you did, he do to. With a rare smile on his lips. He would gift you things such as rare plants he found. Tsu'tey was your best friend, and you were his. Two souls bounded together by the Great Mother herself.

Until, he fell for your sister. Sylwanin. You began to see how he looked at her, as if she were the only girl in the world. As if she was the one who held his hand and dragged him along whenever you both went exploring. As if she was the one who had taken the time to each him English. As if she was the one who he had spent most of his time with, and not you. Thus, you both grew distant for years. It started off with abrupt plans being made, then it went to short conversations, then it went to small glances, and then it became nothing at all.

But, then. Sylwanin died, being attacked by humans at Grace's schoolhouse. You could still remember the sound of their weapons. How your sister was alive for one second, and mutilated on the floor the next.

You and Tsu'tey were being forced into being betrothed in a few weeks to become the next clan leaders. It had always meant to be you two, as the two oldest. Tsu'tey and you, and Sylwanin and Arvok. But it seems like that wouldn't be.

Now, both of you stood before each other. Only having a few weeks to mend your broken bond after Mo'at insisted that you two go frolic about in the forest like you used to do.

"I see you." Tsu'tey quietly greeted, gesturing with his hand from his forehead as he let his hand drop. His gaze hesitantly meeting yours.