#Chapter21 One

Merida stopped her daughter from touching the apple as Azolla reached for it. Her mother gently taking the apple from the ground, "We save it for the later child" Azolla found herself staring at her mother she cleaned the ground and asked her to help her make soup.

Azolla smiled running towards her mother and hugging her legs, she received a gentle rub on her hair by her hand. She always wondered why her mother's hand always had cuts. The skin peeling off the dry hand as she never saw her mother tending to it.

She saw her cut the apple in bites giving her the bite as...