Renee Hearth's Death

[Leyrin 262]

Renee Hearth’s death

 

After hearing the news of her dying mother Edith couldn’t stand to wait another moment knowing that she could die at any saint’s minutes. Edith had notified her brother, Stefan Hearth, of the devastating reality. For so long Edith had believed her mother was dead, along with the rest of her family , thinking it was just her and her brother alone. Once the pair had reached a small building in Lorraine, where they had been informed that their mother was, they made no hesitation to rush inside.

 

A few more saint’s minutes of searching had passed and the two moved inside a somewhat small room. The damp wallpaper peeling at the corners accompanied by the smell of death clinging to the walls. There was no real lighting in the dim room apart from the miserable sunlight which peeked through the drawn, tattered, curtains, highlighting the dust which floated around them. The atmosphere was dark and not at all welcoming though the faces inside were.

 

Frederick, Edith and Stefan’s uncle, slowly turned on his largely-booted heel to face the two, his toned arms folded as his dark eyebrows were furrowed in concern. Little had the two known their uncle wasn’t missing, he was in fact caring for their mother.

 

“Uncle?” Edith asked in disbelief, the young noble had for so long presumed he was missing, much like his brother, Sven Hearth. Fred had only sent the odd-letter, barely keeping in-touch as the Elven days dragged on and the children grew older and matured. The muscular man strode towards the duo, placing a hand on each of their shoulders as he peered into their eyes, sadly.

 

“I’m sorry.” Is all he muttered before lifting his palms and sluggishly moving towards the exit. The two wanting much more than just a blunt apology, they wanted to know the answers to why he hadn't spoken to them, what their mother was dying of; there were so many mysteries which, unfortunately, were yet to be solved.

 

“But-” Stefan started though it was too late to make an attempt at conversing with the ‘missing’ uncle as the young man was cut off by the closing of the decaying door which was the only thing keeping them trapped in the dank room. Edith was almost surprised at how the block of wood hadn’t collapsed from it’s rusting hinges, not that she wished it would.

 

“Leave him.” Edith murmured, stepping towards the creaking bed where a pale-greyish-skinned woman lay, knowing Fred was in no mood to talk.

 

“Mother?..” Stefan whispered, his eyes growing wider at the horrific sight. There, Renee peered up at the siblings with sunken eyes, her skin a deathly grey, her flesh stuck close to her bones amplifying the fact that she was slowly rotting away in her deathbed.

 

“Children…” Renee rasped out, extending a bony hand towards the pair with half-closed eyes, her eyelids clearly heavy as she struggled to stay awake. "I knew- You'd come- eventually."

 

“Mother…” Edith gulped, grasping her mother’s hand softly, not wanting to cause any pain.

 

“Promise me-” She spluttered, lifting her free hand to her dried lips as she let out a mucus-riddled cough. “Promise me you’ll stay safe-”

 

“We promise. We promise.” Stefan blurted out, gritting his teeth while his green orbs flicked between the two women. Edith simply nodded in agreement, forcing a reassuring smile, yet there was so much she wanted to ask and tell her mother, now wasn't the time and there would never be a time in future.

 

Renee wheezed, lifting a handkerchief to her mouth as she coughed once again, her torso hunching over in pain, the dirtied mattress had sunk beneath the woman's constant weight, it being moulded around her frame from how she had been bed-bound for so long.

 

“Mother.” Edith whispered with wide eyes, resting a hand upon Renee’s slender shoulder, silently begging for her to stay with them a little longer.

 

“Promise- You’ll never give up. No matter- No matter what happens.” She continued slowly, her airways tight as she wheezed out, taking a trembling breath.

 

“We promise.” Edith confirmed softly as Stefan rested his arm across the noble girl’s shoulders. Renee spluttered out, forcing a pained smile as she rested her head back weakly.

 

“I love you two…” She’d rasp out one final time.

 

“We love you too!" Stefan answered rapidly, he wasn't one to be mushy but even he couldn't halt the tears which swarmed his eyes, making his vision cloudy; eyeing her over as Renee’s wheezing grew louder and more drawn out.

 

“Don’t leave us! Not yet! Please!” Edith cried, squeezing her mother’s hand as tears threatened to spill from the girl’s eyes.

 

“Uncle!” Stefan yelled out, peering over his shoulder at the door, waiting for it to swiftly open. But, it never did. Just like Edith had done over the years of her life, constantly waiting for the stereotypical reunion of her beloved family, forgetting all the negative things that had happened and working through them together. Edith was done waiting and as soon as the others realise that waiting is a waste of time, she thought, the better.

 

But with one last battling breath, the pained woman’s eyes flickered shut, Renee Hearth was no more. The distress and sorrow around them fading away into a blur of noise. The twins crumbling under grief while Fred's back slid down the cold wall outside the room, dragging his fingers through his dark hair as he couldn't face to see his family collapse before his eyes and have to live with the fact he couldn't do anything about it.

Tears were shed and weaknesses were revealed but one thought couldn’t remove itself from Edith’s mind.

Who was next?  

 

 

 

[Chaw 964]

((well written tbh

[Warboar2000 0]

poor woman

[Lechian Lord 1027]

Stefan stares out the window, a muffled sigh coming from his lips, his heart storming with emotions. He slowly stands up, a firm look in his eyes as he walks out of the room, not wanting to gaze at the body of his beloved mother lying upon the sheets.

[Andustar 4143]

Viktor would feel sorrow for Edith's loss "I promised your mother I'd cause you no harm and let no one harm you. Something I intend to keep to."

[Vege 4804]

Aleksander Staunton frowns as he hears of the death of his niece.

[Draeris 3124]

Marchand's rejoice in their grave. 

[Enyahs V. 173]

12 minutes ago, Draeris said:

Marchand's rejoice in their grave. 

All but one.

[func_Soap 410]

Alex 'The Ancient' Faelan thinks back to the good ol' days when the dead were unhappy because they were dead.

[Nathan_Barnett36 1564]

"I'm still waiting on those 30 horses *****, you aren't dieing just yet" he says, pulling Renee down from the seven skies