Aching for you

That night, the villagers gathered on a hunt for the chief's daughter. They walked along the harsh trails. Their feet's instantly burying under the thick blanket of snow. Though nevertheless-clutching at the torches, they reached.

Among them was Olga, her eyes darted as she clutched at her sword, gritting her lips. The absence of her sister and the growing cold only made her worry grow as she commanded the villagers to remain.

"Remain, for we will search until dawn!" her voice echoed out the wilderness for the forest. At your service! they yelled back relentlessly as the search continued.

Ahh Eleanor... Olga's gaze wandered as she sucked in a breath, my pure, naive sister, where have you gone?

the darkness enveloped Ruthenia yet still persistently the villagers searched, the trails casted the magnificent glows of thousands of torches.

For this was Eleanor, the chief's daughter, the village's child. She will be found even if it meant to search every lingering bush, every crop.

To be continued>>>>>>>>