The Sun Sisters -- part 2 start --> http://opuss.com/s/3ee3 previous --> http://opuss.com/s/3ee3 next --> TBA Kaela turned around and sat down right in front of Aeryn and took her hands in her own. Aeryn winced when Kaela touched her right hand. When Aeryn looked down, she could see that both her own and her sister’s right hand where wrapped in a bandage. Kaela, with tears in her eyes, and a trembling voice, «...you had cuts everywhere on your body, most have healed, most likely from the herbal mixture you taught earlier this summer. However, the cut on your hand so deep it needed stiches. You also managed to cut my hand when you cut the rope on my wrists. It was not deep, and it is already healing nicely». Kaela took a firmer grip of Aeryn’s hand, «Sisters, united in blood, together forever». Kaela wiped her tears from her eyes, «...after we had escaped the outpost, I took your bleeding hand in my own. I could feel the warmth of your blood, and that is when that phrase just came to my mind. You smiled at me, and then you fell into my arm. I thought you had died in my arms, but your body was so warm, and I could feel your chest breathing. I made a makeshift ledge of some branches, and I pulled your where. And I’ve been watching you falling in and out of consciousness for the last two days». Kaela and Aeryn spent the next 6 weeks hunting and learning the ways of the forest, almost forgetting their planned trip south to Hudson Bay. With a huge amount of skins and other bushcraft materials, they started on their 3 weeks journey south. However, being young and lacking the experience, the trip took them twice the time. With winter breathing hard on their necks, Aeryn and Kaela barley managed it down to Hudson Bay in time. The day after they arrived at Hudson Bay, the winter storms swept over the small trader town like an angry spirit. With all their skins and most of their bushcraft materials sold, they managed to rent a small cabin on the outskirts of the town to last them through the winter. This was their first winter without their parents, who died in an avalanche along with their only other relative, uncle Sam, early spring the same year. Elvira and Pierre were Kaela’s mother and father, which had adopted Aeryn as their foster daughter in 1855. Aeryn was about 3 years old at the time. Elvira and Pierre did not know much about where Aeryn came from. Only that a Cree indian shaman had asked them to take care of the child. They had never seen the shaman again. Aeryn’s childhood was not easy for her. She always felt as an outsider. Everyone seemed to fear her for some reason, and she could never figure out why. She could even feel her little sister Kaela’s fear of her when they were playing together. The only people she never felt any fear from where her foster parents and her uncle. This all changed the summer of 1863. After the brutal raid and slaughter on The Northern Legion Trading outpost, Kaela never seemed to have any fear of Aeryn anymore. This gave Aeryn a renewed burst of #life energy. After what Kaela had explained, they now truly were sisters, united in blood. The next 10 years (1863-1873) of Kaela and Aeryn’s #life, they honed their skilled hunters, trackers and scouts. Kaela had a natural aptitude for medicine and her skills in trading rivaled the more experienced traders in Hudson Bay. Aeryn found a more pleasure out in the forest, earning her way as tracker and scout. The sister grew more and more closer as the years went by. They shared everything and their way of communication was almost like instinct. To other hunters they seemed to appear to know the other's thoughts. Some called it twins intuition. However, the people of Hudson Bay knew that Aeryn and Kaela were not twins at all. ...... to be continued

The Sun Sisters Intro: This is draft of a story I'm currently working on. Please dont mind typos and gramatic errors. English isnt my native language, and spell checking draft just takes to much time away from the creative process =D. Anyways, the story evolves around two foster sisters in the area around northern US and southern Canada. Timeperiode is from 1855-1900ish. Much inspiration is taken from the rpg Deadlands the Weird West. Please enjoy, and any feedback, good or bad is welcomed ........................ next --> http://opuss.com/s/3fa8 ....................... The day of reckoning... the day the curse grew stronger... in the red... and the black. Sisters, united in blood... together forever. «KAELA!!?!» Aeryn suddenly awoke screaming, as if awakening from a terrifying nightmare. Quickly sitting up, she stared into a smiling and joyful face at the end of her bedroll. Kaela threw herself into Aeryn's arms, hugging her fiercely while whispering softly into Aeryn's chest, «... you're finally awake». Aeryn hugged her sister back. «What happened?» Aeryn asked after a moment. Kaela sat back on the bedroll. «Don't you remember anything?» Kaela answered in hushed tones. Aeryn looked out into the green dark forest around them «... I... I do not know. The last thing I remember was leaving you at the Northern Legion Trading Company outpost. You were going to sell the last of our knives, while I made one last hunting trip before leaving for Hudson Bay». Kaela looked at her sister puzzling. «That is more than two weeks ago now. A week after you left, the trading outpost was attacked by bandits of some sorts. They killed all of the soldiers and traders. The weird part was that they was not looting or pillaging, they seemed to be looking for someone or something. I hid in the meat cellar, waiting for my chance to escape. Three nights ago, I was caught trying to sneak over the eastern wall». Aeryn looked Kaela in eyes, «I should never have left you there alone». «But you came back» Kaela whispered back. Kaela rose to put more wood on the fire beside them. Facing the fire, with her back towards Aeryn, Kaela was trying her best to hide her lying eyes. With a note of terror, awe and sadness in her voice, she tried her best to tell what happened. «The night after I was captured, they held me tied up in the courtyard of the outpost. They were building a huge bonfire, and I was scared they were going to burn me on it. The Reverend that was with them was especially talkative. I could not hear what he was saying most of the time. However, from the bits of pieces I could hear, it was something about how important it was to kill someone before the night was over. One of the others, an indian tracker or scout, kept saying "no, the other one is coming". I do not remember much else myself, except that the outpost where attacked by something... I mean someone later that night... maybe some other bandits... I do not know for sure. Nevertheless, in the middle of the fighting you were suddenly there, quiet and swift in the night. Moving like you always do when out hunting. You got us out of the outpost alive» --- to be continued.