LitWhale

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”

"Oh hello Madam. I- I am Celianor.. Celianor Vaelar, it is a pleasure to meet you."

Celianor paused for a couple of seconds waiting for the woman to say something back... but she didn't. She looked at Celianor waiting for her to continue her tale.

"Have you seen someone called Asteria walk through here? Asteria Vaelar.. S-she is my sister I have been looking for her."

Celianor looked down at the ground whilst holding back a tear that started to form.
"I haven't seen her in a while and I am worried something happened to her."
She looked at the woman.. "Well have you seen her, she is about the same height as me, and has black hair.."

The woman started shaking her head. She answered: "I am sorry, dear. I don't think I can be of any help to you. W-would you like something to eat?"

Celianor gladly accepted the offer to eat something, for she was famished. She hasn't really taken care of herself during the search for her sister. As she sat down with the woman to eat some soup, the woman kept on asking about her past... Celianor couldn't stop talking about all the adventures she has been on with her sister. After about an hour, Celianor got up and said her goodbye to the woman. Continuing her search for her sister.