✴️ ꜱᴇᴩᴀʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʟɪꜰᴇ ✴️
[FIFTEEN YEARS LATER]

Fifteen years had past. King Cornelius still remember about his lost daughter. He always talked about her to Luna, and it made Luna jealous of her unknown sister.

Luna and Eloisa, were now in the dining hall, eating for lunch. When suddenly, Luna puts down her spoon and fork beside her plate.

“Aunt Eloisa, why is this Aileen is more important to father more than me. Besides, she's gone and I'm here, why can't he just forget her and focus on me.” she said irritated. She was getting tired and angry for always hearing her dead sister's name.

“Be calm, my dear. Of course Cornelius won't easily forget that girl, because she's also his daughter, and like he always mentioned, she looks like Helen, maybe Aileen reminded him of your mother. But be thankful, you are lucky, your still safe and sound, unlike her.” Eloisa said after she swallowed her food.

“Yes I am lucky, and I will make sure I will shine on father's eyes and I'll make him forget that girl out of his mind.” Luna chuckled.

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Meanwhile, in the small village of Cardonia, where Chara grew. The Miller's raised her with love and care. They only live in a simple, small house.

Her father, Sam worked in a farm to earn money for his family, and Chara became his little assistant to help him in his agricultural work. She obeyed every task her father has given her.

It was the month of May,
and it was the season of harvesting.

Farmers—including Sam—were at their given grounds of planting. They harvest the ripe fruits and vegetables they have.

Sam carefully picked the ripe fruits in his farm with his bare hands and putted them in the basket near him.

Hours later, his baskets now was filled with tamarillos, papayas, strawberries, pears, guavas, loquats, and raspberries.

He wiped the sweat in his forehead, and he looked for Chara. Sam called her when he found her sitting under the shades of the tall shrubs, munching a pear she asked from him.

Chara response immediately, by running close at him, “Chara, mind if you bring this home.” he said, handing her a basket she can carry filled with different fruits.

She nodded, and she took it from him and started to walk away.

On her way home, a sixteen-year-old boy, was running so fast, as if he was on a hurry. He didn't control himself when he noticed Chara was in his way, “Hey! Watch out!” he yelled at her.

As soon Chara heard and notice him, she panicked and accidentally threw the basket up in the air as the boy bump into her. Chara tripped and fell down into the ground, “Ow,” she groaned and rubbed her back.

“I apologize fair maiden, are you okay?” he said offering her a hand.

“Do I look okay? Watch where you're going, you foolish—” she looked up on him noticing his pointy ears, his blond shoulder-length hair, and his emerald green eyes.—“elf?” she finished with a question.

“Yes. My name is Bren of Eldea.” he introduced himself and did a small bow, like a prince. Chara didn't bother to look at him as she snatched the empty basket besides her.

 “I didn't ask for your introduction, so please mind your own business, because I have so much to do.” she gritted her teeth after saying her last words, and she started to pick all the fruits that scattered all over the ground.

Chara looked again at him when he walks away, and she saw him mumble words like how rude and just trying to be nice. But she didn't mind him, not until she saw him throwing a piece of raspberry in the air and he catches it in his mouth.

He continue doing it 'till Chara can't see him anymore.

He stole some of my father's raspberries she thought, irritated.

Her hands crumpled, and her teeth clenched.

Breath,
Breath Chara,
Breath.

She tried to calm herself, and had no choice but to continue to pick all the fruits on the ground.

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Amelia was on the kitchen, when Chara came in “Mother, I'm here.” she said and putted the basket of fresh fruits(well not so fresh anymore, since it fell hard on the ground lately).

She inhaled for the smell of breaded pork, beef and potato cream soup her mother was cooking for lunch.

“The fruits seems delicious, does it have cucumbers in it?” asked Amelia, while swirling a ladle in the potful of soup.

“I'm afraid there's still no cucumbers, mother. It's still not its season of growing.” Chara answered.

“Oh, I was looking forward to make cucumber salad. It's been months we hadn't taste it.” Amelia sighed. “Oh well, all we can do is wait.” she added, and smiled.

Chara nod. “I'll be in my room if you need me.” she yawned and marched tiredly in her room.

She flopped onto her bed and rolled over, she hugged her pillow and stared at the blank cracked wall. Chara remembered the blond elf she met and called her rude.

She rolled her eyes. It wasn't completely my fault, she thought. If he only looked where he's going, he might avoid her instead of tripping her off the ground. Even worse, he managed to steal one of his father's fruit.

She groans and tried to put the boy out of her mind.

“Some help, dear!” a voice thrilled.

Chara jolted awake, gripping her sweat-stained pillow. She lurched off the bed and opened the door to see her mother lugging a picnic basket.

“Mother, are we—” she eyed the picnic basket —“going for a picnic?”

“No, you will bring this to your father, it has the food he needs. Do you wanna eat with him in the farm? I'll add foods for you.”

“Can't we just wait for him to come home to eat, besides I'm still tired.” said Chara, closing the door besides them.

“Who is more tired? You or your father?” Amelia said, her eyes bulging, and she plunked the picnic basket in Chara's hands. “Yes your father. He stayed all day working under the heat of the sun.”

“Your right, mother.” Chara said helplessly, and sigh. “ I'll just add some food for me, I want to join him there.” she added.

“That's the spirit.” Amelia gave a Chara a sweet smile.

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¿Do you think Chara will continue to hate Bren forever?

Find out more in the next chapter...