When she was three she lost something important to her, What was it, what happened?:
"It all started with a hunting accident with my friend, Rue, when we were young..."
"Arry, let's go hunting!" Rue cried from the entrance to the woods. Rue was a a small wolf/fox with an elegant yellow body. She always had her yellow scarf on, but the magic thing about it was that it changed colors. She loved it very much, and would do anything to keep it around her neck. Arry, however, only had her pendant and silver bracelets. "Okay, okay, I'm coming!" "Arry, hurry! I know a great spot for deer!" Rue dissapears into the woods and Arry tries to keep up. "Rue, Rue..." Arry whispered, now getting worried. Arry was starting to get paranoid. "Rue!? Rue, I'm not playing! Come out!" she stuttered as she walked along a hidden path. Then, all of a sudden she hears a shriek, it sounded like Rue's. "RUE!! RUE!! WHERE ARE YOU!" Arry begins rushing towards the screams and slipping through the roots, gliding through the air, twisting and turning. That's when she sees the horror before her. "R-Rue, w-what happened?" "I-I was chasing a b-buck. Then i-it turned on m-me. Next thing I n-new, I was bleeding out and screaming i-in pain." Rue slowly closing and opening her eyes. "No, no, n-no, this is not happening, not now, not here, please Rue, stay with me. I'll save you, what do you need?" "Arry," whispers Rue. "Y-Yes?" "Come here please," "Yes Rue?" Arry starts crying more. "Take my scarf, and don't let anything take it away," Rue grabs her scarf and hands it to Arry. Then, it changes to a dark shade of purple. "Rue, no, you can't die." "I weakened the buck, take it to your family, they need it." Rue takes a last breath of fresh pine air and her body goes limp. "Rue, Rue!? Please, please, come back..." Arry starts crying even harder than before and sits under that same willow tree, where she buried her, and sobs.
"Rue was my bestest friend ever, I never wanted to let go of her. But it all happened so fast. She was so young, so was I. My parents were gracious for the buck; it lasted us a while. To this day, I still visit her under that willow in the middle of the forest. I gather wild flowers, plant them around her grave, then cry. I never wanted to lose her. She was important to my life, she helped my family a lot since we were two. She brought joy into our life, but without her, I am forever scarred by the scene. I prefer not to talk any longer." Arry finished, and walked away, sobbing to herself.
