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1728 Sigismund’s End

 

 

The bed creaked quietly as Sarah sat down to lay to rest. She listened to the fading steps of Primrose and Roderick who just left her room to let the woman regain energy. Those were the two she cherished the most out of all, helping them grow up as if they were her own. 

 

Letting the tears drain, her blonde hair slowly rested on the soft mattress, not bothered to take off her clothes. The hair covered her face, her countenance now had long lost its shine, just as did her eyes. Surely, compared to just a mere few years ago, the woman looked quite miserable. 

 

Another cough filled the otherwise empty and quiet room.

 

She looked back to the conversation she held just a few moments ago, one where Sarah kept reassuring the two young adults it was okay, that they were great and she was proud.

 

She figured out they both caught on.

 

"I'm so sorry" The lady would say to herself, arm now covering her once again teary eyes.

 

Sarah knew they both caught on. They were smart. They were such bright children… had it not been that damned war, a war that took so much from so many.

 

The trail of thoughts was stopped only by another set of coughs, this time she could feel the pain fill even her lungs. She groaned, sitting up.

 

Once she glanced at her hands, Sarah saw the place where a band would previously be on, making her thoughts go back to simpler times when she'd still work at the tavern meeting Rodrik…

 

The woman glanced at her desk, an unfinished letter would hide under a bunch of books.

 

But now the woman had no intentions of finishing it, it laid there since a few years back. There was no point in finishing it now.

 

Feeling her eyes become tired, body overtaken by sickness that she so bravely tried to keep in, she laid back down Whether it was some medicine or forcing herself to just keep in whatever pain she felt, at least for those last moments 

 

Last…

She didn't want to die

No, she had so much to see but the feeling of weakness was just too much.

"Ah, perhaps a small nap will help, like usual."

 

Speaking softly, lying to herself, Sarah reached for a piece of paper to write a short message to whoever shall read it.

 

"To everyone and all that I love

I'm happy I got to meet you."

 

She laid the messy note down next to her, the handwriting lacked her usual gentleness and care, which Sarah always put into any piece of writing coming out from under her hand

The blonde knew she wouldn't wake up

No, this has been going for too long

And maybe only if she wasn't so stubborn, so careless 

 

But that didn't matter...

 

The woman looked at the empty side of the bed. Years ago someone always was near, kept her company, kept her safe and loved. Safety, how ironic, she didn’t feel safe out of the house in a while. No matter if she had a weapon on her or not. She could very well fight with her fists, after all, even if for a rather short period of time, she did join the army and fought, training with others.

 

Her sight laid upon a sword, laying on the shelf. A beautiful longsword, ‘The Heartstriker’, a gift from a dear friend… almost someone more than a friend. That made the woman wonder, what if she chose another path - changed one thing, made one less mistakes

Maybe…

 

But she can’t say she had the worst life, looking at all the people she met. The family she gained along the long journey. From Mikhail and Aleksander, to the Kortreviches and all people of Haense. She loved them all, even if not always showed it

 

But that didn’t matter, but she didn’t mind anymore. Fate was never kind, and the most important lesson was to just flow with it. That’s what she did

 

Sarah laid her hands on her chest, closing her eyes softly as she drifted off to sleep.

 

And then… there was no pain.

 

The morning sun won’t light up her eyes anymore, making them shine the colour of the sky

 

Sarah Greenhill-Kortrevich

1686 – 1728

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Katerina would frown as she sat beside the fire. “First mommy had to go bye bye. And now auntie.” She mumbled quietly swaying her little legs back and forth listening to the crackle of the fire as the flames danced.

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“I should’ve stayed with her.” Primrose murmured, her fingernails digging into her palms, leaving matching imprints on the already crescent moon-marred skin. With her cheeks tear streaked and her complexion pale, she shoved her way through the doors of Graiswald, beginning the trek to Reza in search of Roderick.

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Lilliana greets her long lost sister with the warmest of hugs upon her entry into the Seven Skies.

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Kazimar would sit alongside Katerina at the fire, comforting his daughter at the loss of Sarah.

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“Mother...” Roderick said as he hurried to leave the city of Reza attempting to hide the tears that had escaped the young Knight’s eyes. 

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It was dark when Lotte received the letter. Her eyes scanning over the news and what Sarah’s final words were. The crisp white paper crinkling in her hands as fat tears ran down her face splashing onto the paper. Her knees pulling from out under her as she feel into the dark silence with her tears.  “Please no...Sarah..oh God Sarah.” 

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Rhegal sat in his office in the palace as he read the letter he had received. He fell silent as he read the letter. A teardrop dwindled from his eye and dripped on to the paper.

Rhegal idly stared at the paper, deep in the night and who knows for how long he was silent. Until he finally managed to say a sentence with a cracking voice.

 

“you remember my sword..”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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