Like Leaves from the vine [PK]

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 Like leaves from the vine [PK]

 

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A lone figure could be seen near the mountains of Valwyck. The woman would walk slowly, the thin layer of snow of what would become a thick layer in the North. She would hold her abdomen tight, her hands and part of her blue dress tinted with the red that would be so characteristic to blood.

 

The carriage would shake slightly, as the wheels rolled over the uneven forest floor. Juliya Gant and her son Robert were on their way back to the Duchy of Valwyck. They had just passed what had been known as Graiswald and were surrounded by thick forest when suddenly the carriage stopped.

 

Juliya would stop walking, exhausted from her flight through the mountains.  The middle-aged woman would turn around. In the distance, she could see the towers of Valwyck Castle. “Godan, give me strength-” she’d whisper.

 

“Why have we stopped, coachman?” she’d ask, sticking her head out of the carriage window. “Do nie worry, m’lady. A tree is blocking the road” The Gant would nod briefly, before joining her son in the carriage. “Do nie worry, Robby. We are going to continue briefly.” she’d give her son a gently smile. The young boy had grown up quite a bit and she knew that he was to take over as Baron of Gant soon. Juliya opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by a sword being unsheathed and shortly after a loud thump coming from the front of the carriage. 

 

She would limp forward. Her breath had begun rattling a few miles ago and her body felt sore and stiff. The bloodstream could not be stopped and the harsh winds of the north would make her fingers hurt. She could feel her powers leaving her body. 

 

Juliya’s face grew pale. She knew that this could only mean they were ambushed by bandits. She also knew that the Coachman was the only other person on their side. “Listen to me, Robby.” the Gant would grab her son by the shoulder “You need to be quiet now! As soon as we leave this carriage you will run to Valwyck and call your Papej for help, da?” The young teen would nod. It was obvious that he was anxious, but he was determined to be brave and make his father and mother proud. Juliya herself grabbed a disguised dagger from her dress, intending to keep the bandits back so Robert could run off without being chased. 

 

The bloodstain on Juliya’s dress would’ve grown immensely since she had started heading towards Valwyck. Blood would drip from her hand, stained with both dry and fresh blood, leaving a trail in the snow behind her. The bloodloss had turned her skin turn paler than the Gant had already been. Juliya would stumble and drop to the floor, one hand still on her wound, the other on the floor, leaving a red mark in the white snow. Her surroundings would start to spin, slowly fading away and made it impossible for Juliya to stand back up. “Juliya!” her head would turn to the front, where she could make out riders heading her way, with them her husband Emerich Gant. A wave of relief would come over her and she reached out for her saviours. This could only mean Robert managed to reach Valwyck. “Juliya!” she’d hear the echo of her name, dampened by the veil that had formed over her senses. A tear of joy would stream down her face before the Gant would draw her last breath and the life leaving her body.

 

 

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Juliya Emeline Gant (neé Vanir) would open her eyes. In front of her, her fallen brothers and her Cousins Sofiya and Brandon, greeting her as she joined them in the seven skies. “Soon.” she’d say, before turning around, ready to wait for her husband and son to join her.

 

 

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REQUIESCAT IN PACE

Juliya Emeline Gant

1742 - 1784

“The Sea bows to None”

[Legoboy7984 3155]

Ivar Brackish sighs.

“The Sea bows to none. What is up with my family and death?... now all we have are bastards like myself and a few legit Vanirs...”

[Fwied 301]

Vasili Vanir shrugged and threw the letter aside when he got the news “well, I must be next right?” Vasili shook his head ”No, I think I will try to stay alive until my last sister is gone. Then I could finally question death” Vasili stopped talking to himself and went up to his room to get his things so he could go on another hunt

[Sander 3312]

Fiske sighed deeply as he read the letter, the young Lord was both getting used to and extremely sick of his family members dying. "The Sea Bows to None” He would mutter the old family motto, before entering his castle's chapel to pray for his late aunt.

[Erilobar 139]

The sound of wind rattling a window can be heard throughout the room as Robert Gant sits on his bed, huddled next to a lantern for warmth.

 

Shivering in the pale moonlight cast through the clouds, he wipes his eyes with a small handkerchief,  ”Ah don’ wan’ t’ be ’lone.” he whispers to himself, pulling his feet, covered in thick and woolly blue socks, closer to himself. ”Ah don’ wan’ t’ leave mah frien’s ‘lone either.”

 

Then, lantern held close to his chest, he starts to recite something to himself. He stammers over the words, and his teeth chatter in the wind as he half-sings, half-recites what his mother used to say to him every night to put him to sleep:

 

“Tamort nafce waz ain herzen weo zweer zelv padrevarz,

ag ve zelv padrevarz ainsked lapaem:

'Papej! Zinsk aseretem ain soeng!'

ag dak zinsker ve herzen:

Tamort nafce waz ain herzen weo zweer zelv padrevarz,

ag ve zelv padrevarz ainsked lapaem:

'Papej! Zinsk aseretem ain soeng!'

ag dak zinsker ve herzen:

Tamort nafce waz ain herzen weo zweer zelv padrevarz,

ag ve zelv padrevarz ainsked lapaem:

'Papej! Zinsk aseretem ain soeng!'

ag dak zinsker ve herzen:”

 

The young teen’s voice fades as he curls up by the dying lantern, half-frozen tears staining his cheeks and pillow both, and the shivering fades as he slowly drifts off to sleep

 

((Translation))

Spoiler

There once was a lord who had seven sons,

and the seven sons asked him:

'Father! sing us a song!'

and so sung the lord: