A Witch in Exile, a Daughter in Need

[TheJarl]

Freya Eistochter

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The words that followed echoed in her head. She could not move her body, as if she was frozen in time. The seconds that passed felt like centuries. She had tried so hard to become a different person, to be Freya, and for so long it seemed she had succeeded. With one short sentence about her older sister, Freya was thrown back to being Hannah again.

“Yvonne is dead.”

Why?

How?

No!

This could not be true, it couldn’t be. It had to be a joke, right? Please, hurry up with the punchline! But there was no punchline, the only words that followed were “I’m so sorry, Hannah.” Words Samuel could barely manage to speak, spoken so quietly, they could barely be heard.

Minutes passed by without another word being uttered. Freya looked down staring at her own hands. Samuel, after uncomfortably hesitating at first, sat down next to her and tried to console her in silence, although he could barely keep himself together. A few tears rolled down Freya’s cheek, the first in almost a decade, but only a few. She then raised her head and took a deep breath and finally after perhaps more than twenty minutes without either of them speaking, she opened her mouth.

“Wh-..” She failed to finish her words, she swallowed, took a breath, and then tried again, now without tremor in her voice. “When did it happen?”