The front door of the small cottage had been ripped from its hinges in Finn's enthusiastic race to rid the world of Shetter. Other than that, the once warm and inviting home was in perfect condition. The siblings looked around the familiar living room. One with memories that made her sick and the other with sadness burrowed into his soul. Cora couldn't tear her eyes away from the sufan (a padded bench with arms, back, and legs that held it from the floor.) where she lost her innocence for the longest time. It wasn't until her brother pulled her into a hug that she was able to break the staredown with the inanimate object.
"Go ahead and gather what you want to take. Make sure you have everything because I am going to sell this God's forsaken house." Finnick said as he Cora from his hold. The girl didn't argue and made a beeline to the second floor.
Finnick followed closely behind his sister in need of his Torba (Magic bags). The first was a Vox bag, holding all inanimate objects. It was a simple leather backpack with a twist clasp closure. The second bag was a Veski bag, it held any amount of money that the owner supplied. It was the size of an apple and made of dark leather. Instead of a clasp, it had drawstrings that tied to the belt of its wearer. The last bag was Finnick's pride and joy, the Rozmer bag. It looked like a folded-up leather sack that had a single strap. It was the first of its kind, compressed dimensional home. Inside the bag was an entire town made up of a magically maintained town. There were several large cabins, a farm filled with magically cared-for foods, and various small magical creatures.
The three Torba's were more than what met the eye. Finnick poured over every detail in their creation. Each bag was magically enhanced in different ways but each had similarities. Each of the three bags could hold endless supplies, could be summoned by Finnick at any destination or time and were inaccessible to anyone other than Finnick. Not to mention Finnick's familiars; Imps, lesser fae's, and brownies acted as caretakers within the bags. Brownies looked after things and kept them clean, Imps made sure thieves never stole, and lesser fae kept the peace.
Finnick took his time as he sorted through what he needed to take and what he no longer wanted. His tools for jewelry making and forging made up most of his possessions. Clothes, his grimuar, a few of his precious creations, and other odds and ends were left. It was all packed into the different Torba's and settled within an hour. At that time, he had not heard a sound from Cora.
Worried, Finnick stood from the bed where he worked and went in search of the brunette. He walked to her room but, there was no sign of her. The only clue that she had been there was her bag was half packed. Finnick's eyes flashed yellow as he panicked.
"CORA?" Finnick yelled but there was no answer. He shoved his way out of the room and looked both way's in the hallway. It was barely wide enough for Finnick's large frame as she strutted toward the cracked door of his parent's room. The door bounced off the wall when he plowed into the room. His eyes were yellow and frantic as he looked for his sister.
The room looked trashed, the bed had been overturned. The hay and cotton that had made up the mattress were everywhere. In the center of the room, where the bed once was, the floorboards had been removed. Cora sat in the cavern next to a large trunk. It was covered in dust and looked as though it had been there for years. On the bowed lid, in bold letters, was Finnick's full name.
"Cora?" Finnick called out to the girl, she had not moved or spoken since he arrived. Her lack of response worried him like no other. Luckily, he did not have to suffer for long. Upon hearing her name, she seemed to be released from some sort of spell.
"Finny? Momma told me to find it. She said it was time for you to have it." Cora said as she looked up to her brother from the cavern. Finnick stared at his sister in shock before he helped her out. Once she had been freed, Finnick pulled the large trunk from the hiding spot.
"What is this?" Cora asked as she ran her fingers over the letters spelling out her brother's name. Finnick shrugged and told her that he wasn't sure.
"Well, let's get it open and see what it is, hmm?" Finn mused and tried to pull it open with the handle. However, the lid did not budge even as he used all of his strength.
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'Finn, my silly boy, blood is thicker than water for Nymphs. That is why they commonly use it as a lock.' Anessa said with a charming smile on her lips. Her four year old son, Finnick sat on the floor with an old box hermother had given her. It was charmed to only open when it came into contact with familial blood.
Anessa used the tip of a knife, that she kept in her belt, and poked a small hole in her finger. Just deep enough to bring forth a drop of blood. She smeared the crimson liquid onto the box and smiled happily when it opened. Finnick was mesmerized as he looked the box over.
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The memory came and went in a flash. It was enough for Finnick to know what to do. He pulled out a throwing dagger from his jacket. Cora watched in confusion as Finnick pushed the tip of the dagger into the tip of his finger. He smeared the blood across the last name he shared with his mother.
This time, the chest opened when Finnick lifted the handle. The inside of the box was chaos and filled to the brim with various things. However, all Finnick could see was the three envelopes on the very top of the mess. With an uncertain hand, Finnick reached out and plucked them from the chest. The first one had his name on it in familiar swirling letters. The same ones his mother used to use. The second letter was addressed to Coridella. The last letter had Galick's name on it.
Finnick handed Cora the letter with her name on it and explained it was their mother's handwriting. Then, after a drawn-out deep breath, he opened the one with his name on it.