"I want to!"
His older sister sends you to an orphanage, as she is too
grieved to take care of you anymore. Eventually she is taken into
an asylum, as she had grown very depressed and even crazy.
You stay in the asylum until you are twenty-two, and then you go
and work at a bakery. You stay there for two years. One night on
the anniversery of your second year working at Thomas' Bakery,
you see a handsome young man and give him some bread. He comes
back often and you both fall in love.
A year later, you get married and move into a charming cottage
on the outskirts of town, and right outside the forest where
Tarryn was supposedly killed by the wolves.
You live there for three years and have two children--twins, a
boy and a girl, named Tare and Cara. They have dark blue eyes and
curly golden hair like their Papa.
One night, as you are sitting comfortably in your rocking chair
by the fire (it is winter, very cold, that is why you have a fire
going), and sewing a dress for two-year-old Cara, you hear a
knock on your front door.
Who could it be? you wonder. It is not your husband, as he is
sleeping in his favorite chair in the study. With curiousity
growing, you throw open the front door.
"Tarryn!" you cry. And so it is. Tarryn, with blue
eyes and dark brown hair, tanned from the sun and worn from hard
weather, Tarryn, boy of seventeen, now a tall hearty man of 30.
"Hello, Sarah," says Tarryn in a deep, masculine
voice. He is wearing a dark green outfit and worn leather boots.
His thick hair falls a little above his shoulders, and looks as
if it hasn't been combed in months. It is gnarly and full of
burrs and leaves and sticks and such.
You stand gaping at him. Your husband has woken up and is now
standing in the foyer. "Hello, Tarryn," he says, with a
great smile. He gives Tarryn a hearty handshake, and claps him on
the back. "Come into my home."
Tarryn declines and just says, "I heard you were married
recently and I wanted to say congratulations. So,
congratulations." He reached for your hand and shakes it,
then turns to your husband, Corin, and shakes his, too.
"Recently!" you exclaim. "We were married at
least three years ago! And we have two children, also--Cara and
Tare!"
"Really?" Tarryn's dark eyebrows raise. "Well,
I'm sorry to congratulate you so late." He laughs
half-heartedly. "I was married," he says flatly.
"When?" you ask.
"Two years ago. I have a new-born baby daughter." His
eyes get a dreamy look in them, and he smiles. "Her name is
Leaih."
"How old is she?"
"She is three months old. Already she has curly, thick
brown hair all over her head! She has brown eyes just like her
Mama. I must say, she is really chubby and cute," he
dimples.
"Well, how would you and your wife--what's her name?"
asks Corin.
"Nielle," he supplies.
"Well, Tarryn, how would you and Nielle like to visit us
sometime?"
Tarryn smiles. "I'd like that," he says.
"I want to!" cries the boy, and runs away. He is never
seen again, as some cruel wolves eat him up three days later in a
dark forest somewhere.
