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One foggy night… a wail in the dark of night, Misery never sounded so distraught, it was a case of the blues… she knew most of her family tree, the only details she never figured out was who her parents were or if she had any siblings… so almost as if like a turn of good luck for once, she wandered out into the neighbouring forest.
The others did not know about this as time had unexpectedly stood still for her and her misfortunes, this was irregular as if she was at peace here, not the naturalist type of peace where you’re one with the plants and animals, but the type of peace where her normally terrible luck was nonexistent.
A wind blew almost on command as a few spirits began emerging from the brush, their cloaks very much similar to her own wears.
“Vzah Noros Divek” these words… she remembers studying them in a dead languages book, this was Wreaver for “Halt, Who dares enter the forest of winds.”
“Kadri Valiis Vados!” she spoke, saying she was simply taking a stroll, which lead the Wreaver Guards to escort her for the rest of her walk, this would lead her to something she did not expect… answers.
Eventually, the guards were lead towards a clearing, onesuch Wreaver perched on a silver throne with a wind emblem on it, a prince of sorts.
“…h-“ Misery was stopped by the gesture of the prince’s hand
“No need to strain yourself, we Wreavers speak your language, such dire attempts to communicate in Wreavish would lead you astray of your heritage… but wait a minute, that pendant, it looks familiar, the runes on the gem…” the Wreaver examined the pendant and the birthstone.
“What is it?...” Misery could only slowly back away, backing into a mural she expected to crumble before her, but this mural was intact, but this wasn’t just a mural, this was the Prince’s side of the Family tree dating back centuries, she was in one of the most recent parts as a sibling to the prince, not only did she get answers but she also found out she was raised by royalty… which was surprizing for her as she didn’t remember anything past 4 years old.
“Wait… so I’m?” Misery asked, still trying to grasp her newfound roots.
“Yes!” The prince, who she now realized was Wreavicious the 77th.
“Brother… I never thought we would meet this way… but where is?” Misery exclaimed.
“Mother left before I could get to know her, and Father’s been an Elder of the 8 Elements for the past 500 years.” He answered.
“I see, well at least you have me.” Misery exclaimed as she hugged Wreavicious tight, feeling the cold breeze which seemed to bring her in closer.
“I do have you, my sister…” now, Lightning was being absorbed by the Lightning Wreavers outside of the forest as they shared their hugs.
2 hours later, when the clock struck 7 AM, Wreavicious explained everything he had been doing since their separation, including wonder where Misery had been for all these years.
“Mother left father after a few years and long since then, we have been secluded in this forest…” He finished with a sentiment…
“I hope she comes back one day, I want to get to know her better…” Misery was almost to tears, more than usual.
A/N: Cliff-hanger, this Is the first time I’ve ever acted out something I’m later writing about that’s not related to RWBY, hope you enjoy this short fanfic.