Everyone in the village gathered around the podium. The leader of the village took a couple of moments. He finally took a deep breath and spoke.
"Willow ventured out into the woods exactly one week ago," the leader said, "she had been planning it for over a year. We've been waiting for her return but...alas, she has not come back. We don't know exactly what happened but the obvious answer is that a creature murdered her. What a fool she was to think she would survive. She will be remembered though, for a long time. She will never be forgotten."
The village was quiet that day. Nobody spoke a word. The only sound that was made were the sobs of the ones who were close to Willow, the ones that loved her most. The ones who would never forget her while everyone else would. The only person who remember her the most and miss her the most would be Lucius. No matter how much he will try in the future to forget her it would never work and he hated that. He also hated that everyone would be able to move on, even her parents. It just made him realize how much he actually cared and how much less everyone did. People loved her, yes, but not as much as Lucius.
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The Bad Color
Fanfiction*in M. Night Shyamalan's The Village universe* *set ten years before The Village* Ivy was not the first to venture into the woods. Actually, many went before her but never returned. But where did they go? Willow is fifteen years old and is different...
