Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-39642964-20190812191411/@comment-39642964-20190822225314

one month later...

Trista put on her foxfire uniform. She was getting used to life now. Sure, her parents were evil. Sure, some (most) people ignored her. But she was a survivor.

It may have been that Azule was the only person besides Flynn who talked to her, but Trista told herself she didn't care.

Because she didn't.

Or that's what she told herself as she walked up Everglen's steps and out the door. She pulled out her foxfire crystal and cast a single beam of light on the ground.

Bravely, she stepped into it.



Trista felt more water that night. Yes, felt.

Life was so very different now.

She was staying with Della and Alden. They felt bad about Alvar. So they offered her a home until she got this mess figured out.

Every night she felt water.

Splashing.

Rippling.

Crashing waves.

Waterfalls.

Trickling streams.

She felt it. It was weird. And she didn't know how to tell anyone.

The runic language swirling around her wrist - it wouldn't go away. Ever. Even if Lady Linh commanded it to. Even if Azule commanded it to.

Every. Single. Day.

The runes didn't make sense.

Trista stared at the unfamiliar runes.

And then she cried herself to sleep.