The long nights of November soon faded away, as December came. Snow drifted along the wind silently, as the sea took a halt.
“Wow,” A winged fox said, as he landed on the cliffside. He blinked a few more times, making
sure it was real.
“Do you even know where we are?” a small kitsune, who landed beside him, asked, clearly
annoyed, “Why are we even here?”. She paused for a few seconds, and then continued, “You
know, this cliff could just collapse right this second, sending us spinning in the air.”
“Calm down, it’s just exploration. Nothing could go wrong,” the fox said begrudgingly. He eyed the white snow, drifting down to the sea. Strangely the snow seemed to sink in the sea, not melt; it was as if it was telling him something…
The two animals padded around the small cliff, seeing a dent on the cliffside, and a strangely
familiar hut on the mountain above.
“Come on, it wouldn’t hurt if we explored a bit more, right?” The fox said confidently.
“Totally. Right.” Ayala said sarcastically. She was a pure white kitsune, with thin red eyes and a spiral embalmed on her chest. Her long, three tails flowed after her, six more yet to grow.
The fox, Arne, didn’t mind. His thick, dark coat made him stand out in the midst of the snow, as he tugged on Ayala and kept “exploring”.
Climbing down the cliff, Arne swiftly turned to the ocean. There was a tiny “pling” sound
coming from the ocean, and small splashes.
“Did you hear that Arne?” Ayala’s ears perked, and she eyed Arne suspiciously, “I hope that
wasn’t just you trying to scare me.”
“I swear it wasn’t me.” Arne replied.
Just then, Ayala caught the eye of a tiny bottle washed up on the shore. Arne grabbed it, and saw that a tiny note was inside of it.
It read:
Where is my sister? Did you take her?
-Yonder
“What is this?” Arne asked, and Ayala staggered back.
“Don’t touch that!” She looked at Arne sternly, and pushed the bottle out of his paws,
“Remember? The sin of the wish!”
“Wow,” A winged fox said, as he landed on the cliffside. He blinked a few more times, making
sure it was real.
“Do you even know where we are?” a small kitsune, who landed beside him, asked, clearly
annoyed, “Why are we even here?”. She paused for a few seconds, and then continued, “You
know, this cliff could just collapse right this second, sending us spinning in the air.”
“Calm down, it’s just exploration. Nothing could go wrong,” the fox said begrudgingly. He eyed the white snow, drifting down to the sea. Strangely the snow seemed to sink in the sea, not melt; it was as if it was telling him something…
The two animals padded around the small cliff, seeing a dent on the cliffside, and a strangely
familiar hut on the mountain above.
“Come on, it wouldn’t hurt if we explored a bit more, right?” The fox said confidently.
“Totally. Right.” Ayala said sarcastically. She was a pure white kitsune, with thin red eyes and a spiral embalmed on her chest. Her long, three tails flowed after her, six more yet to grow.
The fox, Arne, didn’t mind. His thick, dark coat made him stand out in the midst of the snow, as he tugged on Ayala and kept “exploring”.
Climbing down the cliff, Arne swiftly turned to the ocean. There was a tiny “pling” sound
coming from the ocean, and small splashes.
“Did you hear that Arne?” Ayala’s ears perked, and she eyed Arne suspiciously, “I hope that
wasn’t just you trying to scare me.”
“I swear it wasn’t me.” Arne replied.
Just then, Ayala caught the eye of a tiny bottle washed up on the shore. Arne grabbed it, and saw that a tiny note was inside of it.
It read:
Where is my sister? Did you take her?
-Yonder
“What is this?” Arne asked, and Ayala staggered back.
“Don’t touch that!” She looked at Arne sternly, and pushed the bottle out of his paws,
“Remember? The sin of the wish!”