A Tale Through Ages, Part 5

That one day. There was always that one day, the one day you least suspect, a day that began so normal and ended so… not so normal. Ria had days like those before… perhaps too many even, and that day was certainly one of those days.

Ever since then, a new status-quo had been established, uprooting the old in a matter of a quick few minutes. Once more, she'd find herself frolicking about her days, whilst also keeping an ear out for the distinct crack of broken twigs.

Ruria would come to visit, just as she did so many years before, every few months or so. Not to talk, but to inform - because as of late, there was always news from the outside to bring to light, and each had always been grimmer than the last.

The first time she visited again was only just a few weeks following their last. Ria tried to be cordial then, offered both a smile and a seat just right beside her. Ruria remained standing, clutching her drabby robes tight.