Tinsith was a young girl of eighteen years old, a few days before her nineteenth birthday. Everything in her life seemed perfect. She loved more than anything her brother, with whom she would share everything.
One morning, Tinsith woke up to the sound of screams and whinnies (from the horses). She quickly got dressed and ran outside to see wargs attacking the village. Her father and her brother were getting saddled.
'What's happening?' She asked her brother.
'Saruman sent wargs to pillage this village and the ones around it. We have to go defend our neighbors. You go with mom and escape.' He answered.
'No...' She said while hugging him.
'Tin... I love you, okay? Never forget that.' He told her.
'We have to go Tin. Go get some provisions and join your mom.' Her dad said.
'Goodbye and good luck.' She said while running off.
After a few minutes of packing, she joined her mother who was already on her horse.
'Hurry Tin, they are almost here!' She panicked.
'I know mom.' She said while climbing on her mount.
They then rode to a nearby hill. Tinsith then stopped and looked back, to her horror, and saw a warg ripping off her brother's face while he was still alive. That image would forever haunt her dreams.
'' People never really die. They live on forever, in memories.''
