When Red Runs Crimson [PK Post]

[MikoMonster 1396]

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When Red Runs Crimson

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“Of the three princesses will remain two, one’s color is faded the other in blue. The shadow grows, it moves closer. Tick. Tick. Tick. Louder and louder. Fire… fire and war. So much war.”

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The words of a child, ginger-haired and eerily spoken, radiated through the red princess’s mind as the sounds of the forest echoed around her. Her mind was fuzzy, and she could feel her clarity slipping through the cracks. Cheers and song echoed through the tall, northern trees as the small Haeseni troop drew to a halt.

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‘Moonfire’ they had called it. The sickly scent of the purple smoke had been intoxicating, and the Scyflings had been unsettlingly kind and inviting. A night where the violence and cruelty of war were null and void, and loud celebrations were held. The Scyflings had invited the Haensemen into their camps to drink and be merry. And merry they were, for the purple flames bloomed puffs of strong incense, working its way into their heads and forming a false sense of joy among their ranks.

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They had hastily left the camp as the effects had begun to take hold, those now-jolly Haensemen, working their way through the trees to scout out their other acquaintances. They, too, seemed to be celebrating this holiday and its mind-clouding vapor. The troops, however, were high-strung, the forest creatures causing them to jump and start despite the festivities.

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Unfortunately, their paranoia was not unwarranted, as a lone arrow thudded to the ground before them. At the raised exclamations of the Haeseni, the drunken Scyfling celebrators rushed to their aid. They quickly started for New Reza, not bolstering the numbers to engage in a conflict. Unfortunately, as they crossed Boot Bridge, they realized they had no choice. A group of Scyflings, intricately dressed, clambered over the ridge before them. The young princess in their midst, being the only one to spot them, quickly called for the soldiers to raise their shields. But she herself stood front and center, as to take the brunt of the first volley of arrows.

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Amelya reeled backward as an arrow buried itself in her navel, causing her to cry out in pain. One of the knights rushed to her aid, shielding her as he assisted in her retreat. As her strength faltered and the blood pooled, however, Ser Ivan resorted to carrying her, causing her beloved beret to fall to the muddied road.

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The boy’s prophecy continued to toll in her worsening mind, echoing and repeating as her gaze fell upon the river at their flank. This river, she knew, led to the cursed lake she had been terrified of since her childhood. It had taken her grandmother, her aunt, it was there she had disposed of her mother’s assailant. It was why she had never learned to swim; never dared to try. Despite this, in her weakening state, the water called to her. She would not allow Bralt to have her, she wished to return to her family.

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With the last of her strength, she wrenched free of Ser Ivan’s grasp, dragging herself to the bank. By the time her Uncle Godfric arrived, the man who had raised the orphaned princess for the majority of her brief life, the princess was nearly dead, oblivious to all but the choppy words clanging in her head. As she attempted to look to those offering help,  another arrow struck her in the side. She jolted, tumbling into the water she had dragged herself too. She was swept away instantly, the rapidly moving river sending the near-dead woman down the length of the foothills.

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“Rest with the moon, Crow.”

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Hardly anything passed through her mind as the river spat her out into the frigid lake. No memories, no final vows, only the words of the prophecy. Down she sank, too weak to even flail, the prophecy pounding in her skull. Tick. Tick. Tick. Her numbed hands managed to unclasp the last of her plate as the air left her lungs. Fire… fire and war. The bubbles rose as she mouthed it. Finally, as her mouth closed, the life faded from her body, and up she rose.

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Hours later, a small child in a tiara darted past, skittering to a halt along the lake’s shore. “A-Auntie Amelya!” the child had called out, waving to her aunt as she swam in the lake. The child’s brows furrowed as she noticed the woman’s lack of response, lack of movement. “..Auntie Amelya?” she repeated, eyes widening in disbelief. A wail echoed from the young princess as the realization washed over her. She stared at her aunt, floating motionless in the freezing water. With that, she ran breathlessly for the city, her fine skirts billowing behind her as she carried the terrible news to their family.

 

“Of the three princesses will remain two, one’s color is faded the other in blue.”

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REQUIESCAT IN PACE

Amelya Valeriya Barbanov

1750-1773

“If I can not die for our people, why should they die for me?”

[Eryane 3698]

From the seven skies above, it had been silent in the small cottage where Maya and the rest of her fallen family had been. Tears welled in the eyes of the late Queen Mother Maya Valeriya as she watched on, to see one of her three daughters fall so soon; tears both from sadness to see her daughter pass at only the age of twenty-three, and joy to be reunited with one of her children after many years of being without one in her arms. It was a hollow feeling that no one could fill besides the five that she bore.

She waits for her daughter patiently, to welcome her with open arms and a prideful smile to see how much Amelya had grown in the last eleven years she had been without her; to see what she had become. “You have been so beautiful and brave, Lya. So resilient. Now, let us go make some secret family hot cocoa with your father, da? I have so many people I’d like for you to meet.”

[winterblood 11181]

Alexandria Barbanov’s skirts were utterly soaked, as were her sleeves and slippers; however, all was well worth it for a rotund toad croaked in her hands as she grinned proudly toward her sisters in the garden, who were bouncing with glee – all while their mother pinched the bridge of her nose for the great mess the triplets were causing.  It was the second time this week that the children had opted to play in the garden pond; another set of slippers were ruined.  Neither of the triplets seemed to care in the slightest, however, for the Princess of the Lilies was discovered that eve.

 

That memory felt so distant now, so far away.  It was much like a dream to Alexandria now, who sat in stillness on the edge of her bed.  She had just left the hospital, where she saw the corpse of her beloved sister was resting.  After she was discovered in the lake, she was carried back to New Reza; where Alex heard of her sister and distant uncle’s demise.  Her face was so pale... Alexandria thought to herself, feeling the sting of tears in her eyes again as she released a quavering exhale.  

 

Alexandria wouldn’t leave her room for two days, and once she had, she rarely offered even an utter of a greeting to any she passed as she began taking lengthy trips out onto Lake Milena in a rowboat, with naught but a journal and fishing supplies with her.  Her solitude and studies brought her a sense of solace; her small measure of peace.  She could not find that within New Reza, nor the palace, for it all brought back too many taunting memories of an innocent youth that was no more.

[garentoft 9265]

“A twisted fate for someone with so much potential.” Lauritz murmurs over for the loss of Amelya, “Such a promising person, who truly could have done anything she set her mind to, taken from the arms of the world too soon.” 

 

“Had I not imagined her to become President of the Senate, or the House of Commons, when I was younger.” He pondered. Though his attempts at stoic mourning are swiftly toppled by an overwhelming feeling of sorrow over the Princess he had known since she was but a child, and tears start to trickle ever so gently down his cheek.

[Jaigalar 541]

Godfric watched on with a blank stare as the young Barbanov girl he had grown to view as a daughter was struck down so swiftly by the Scyflings. All he could do was watch as she lifelessly drifted down the coursing river. The Alimar thought back to the girl that clung to his arm at every occasion and had never failed to bring him a smile, such a fate wasn't meant for her. The many memories of his time with Amelya and his help in her upbringing brought tears to his eyes, his deadpan gaze turned to one of sorrow. 

 

Throughout the many losses in his lifetime, the death of Amelya struck him the hardest. Despite her young age Amelya had always been an empathetic girl, ever supportive in every way. At the loss of his father, the one there for him most had been Amelya. She was his family, though not quite in name, she was his daughter above all else. He should have been there with her at Boot Bridge, when she had needed help.

 

Godfric turned to the end of the road, his gaze set on Bralt from across the way. He drew his sword and approached, his own death soon following after Amelya's. 

[Pureimp10 5691]

reservation acquired

[hippo 626]

Josef Alimar would be absolutely overwhelmed with grief upon hearing of the death of Amelya, just after he had found his dead father. Having never cleared up his petty quarrels with her, he would have to apologize to a ghost... But despite his obvious temper in situations like this, he’d instead lock himself into his room and gently play piano – pieces that Amelya had taught him some time ago. 

[doreebear 605]

As Nataliya sprinted into the city she panned every which way in an attempt to find her parents "mamej! Papej! where are you?!" the young girl panicked before fixating her gaze
on her mother, darting toward her as fast as she could. the small princess began to sob fervently, wrapping her arms around her mother. "Mamej! AUNTIE- LYA- WATER- GONE!" 
"what?" her mother inquired with great confusion "Auntie! COME!" Nattie hastily took grasp of her mother's hand, leading her to where her fallen Aunt waded in the large lake
"Oh no.. Nataliya! go get papej!" Viktoria stated firmly before submerging herself in the lake. the distressed princess scuttled back to the city, mortified and exhausted she 
burst into the palace. "Auntie!- Auntie GONE!"she cried before ushering her father to the clinic. There laid the lifeless Princess, covered in a white sheet, the room fell 
silent, Nataliya began to weep silently. "I-I never got to say good bye! i should niet of ran off to get a cookie!" she cried, turning to her father, embracing the distraught
King... Several days passed the Princess wouldn't leave the castle, locking herself up in her room with only Bruno to comfort her. A small knock would emit from the door. 
"go away please.." she answered softly, after a moment of silence another knock would emit from her chamber door. Nataliya begrudgingly moved from her bed, drawing near to her
door opening it. There stood Princess Alexandria. "Your Auntie wanted you to have this.." she then extended his arms outward, revealing a black beret, with gold detailing. the princess hesitantly
to grasp of the beret, looking up to the woman with watery eyes. "Thank You..." she then slowly shut the door behind her, laying the hat on her wooden desk before wandering to her
bed once more, sitting down as she continuously stared at the beret. Her bottom lip stuck out as it began to quiver. "Y-you were my favorite.." she answered in a meek whisper
before falling back onto her bed as tears began to stream down her cheeks mercilessly. "Auntie Amelya."

 

[The King Of The Moon 7016]

“Holy **** that one came true!?”

Klaus blinks on hearing the news that his prediction came true, questioning whether or not he might actually have the power of foresight afterall.

[monkeypoacher 8055]

The nation weeps for Amelia Bedelia Barbanov.

[erictafoya 3282]

Ser Ivan would fall into a depressive state after he left Johnstown’s Clinic. He did not know the Princess personally but she was dying in his arms as he tried his best to carry her away from the battlefield. He now had it in his mind that he was a failure of a Knight. On the day that he returned to Reza, he would not speak a word. The man that was so bound by duty did nothing but drink most of his storage of Carrion Black. Wounded both physically and emotionally, Ser Ivan was Broken.