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The Lost Sister

You don’t know how they decided to leave, how they packed their few belongings into their tiny luggage and departed with a few buns as their only food during the journey. You also don’t know how they came to stand at the entrance of the unknown forest. Oh, you actually don’t know who they are.

Let me tell you first: There never was a Hansel and a Gretel. Changing names for security reasons is a method that has been practiced since ages, even in different realms. So it should not surprise you to hear Hansel and Gretel were nicknames to protect the young ones’ identities for “some” reasons. There never was a Hansel. And Gretel did not exist. Instead, Charlotte did… Or rather Lottie, as her little brother would love to call her. And Tommy he was, eagerly accepting the fake name “Hansel” back then, because he had not have another choice. Also, it sounded unique.

There was no turning back. No other choice, than to stand for a few minutes to look at the sunset, before stepping in.

Charlotte. The girl who you’ve always known as Gretel. Who always protected her younger brother.

Or Hansel, as you have known him for all this time. The one Lottie did everything to protect… Despite his innocence, his very existence is why they had to depart from home at such young ages. The one, who caused the events to turn, even though unintentionally, and made them to stand at the entrance of that gloomy forest. Without any idea about what could possibly await them.

But there was one thing they knew for sure.

They could rely on each other.

How did it come to this, Tommy thought, staring into the unknown. The crimson tint of the forest was unsettling, but he found it hard to tell if the forest looked more sinister during the day or after sunset.

Lottie…

In case you have been wondering,

In the forest,

Lottie is still wandering,

Surrounded by the strangest.