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A letter from her sister

Lucilla was in the garden trying to master a new move with her wooden sword. She had spied on her father on one of his training sessions and was now trying to teach herself one of the moves he saw her father do while swords fighting. Her sister, Aniri, was sitting on the ground next to Lucilla. Her unfinished drawing and her crayons were lying close to her on the grass as she was no longer interested in finishing her drawing but absorbed in her sister’s attempts.

Stop looking at me like that!” Lucilla snapped at her little sister. “I can’t focus. It’s all your fault that I can’t do this right!

Without saying a word Aniri looked downwards, then picked up her drawing and continued her work.

Lucilla kept practising the move, trying hard to get it right. But, before long, she was interrupted yet again by her sister. Aniri was poking her on the back of her shoulder.

May I try too? Please!” Aniri pleaded.

No! Go back to your drawing!

But Aniri didn’t stop poking her ... “Please Luce! Please … please!

Please, Madam, wake up!

Lucilla woke up startled. She had fallen asleep while she was browsing through some paperwork. Wolfram, the captain of her troops, had just woken her up and was sitting in front of her holding a letter in his hands..

I’m sorry to have woken you up, madam, but this came for you.” said Wolfram handing Lucilla the letter.

Thank you, Wolfram.” she said, taking the letter. Her face brightened when she noticed who the letter was from. It was from Aniri. It was the first letter she had received from her sister for a few years! Lucilla couldn’t believe it was true. All means of communication with her sister had been cut off when the ships stopped arriving in Heen and, for many years, Lucilla had not heard anything of her sister. It took Lucilla some time after the ships started arriving again to write a letter to Aniri. As she didn’t know what to write. What could she write to Aniri after not talking for so long? She did manage to write a short letter inquiring about her sisters well-being and sent it to her in Carelia. And now, she had finally received an answer!

Lucilla rapidly tore the letter’s seal and started reading it. It brought good news. Her sister was well and was telling Lucilla about everything that has happened to her since they last heard of each other.

After reading the letter, Lucilla quickly found some paper and her quill and began to write her reply. She started by telling her that she was now a Countess and had more responsabilities, then began telling her about the times when she first arrived in Heen and, before long, she had filled many pages writing about her adventures in Heen, about her fears, her dreams and all sorts of silly things that she wanted to share with her sister.

After finishing the letter, she called for a messenger and handed him the letter, then went out for a walk. She started thinking of her sister again. She hadn’t realised she had missed her that much. But she had… She missed the times when they used to run around in the garden which caused them to be scolded by their mother for having muddied their new dresses, she missed the times when they used to hide in the barn to avoid their music teacher and practice swords fighting, she missed all those nights they spent making plans for their future, she even missed all their stupid quarrels. But what she missed the most where their long talks. Since leaving Carelia, she had never found a person to whom she could speak as easily and unrestrained as she used to with her sister…

She walked the streets in Kording for a long time remembering …