Forgotten [PK]

[MCVDK 2830]

FORGOTTEN

 

11th of Sigismund’s End, 1813 K.I.

11th I Joma ag Umund, 366 E.S

11th of the Deep Cold, 17 SA

 

“It seems life of the mortal man shall always remain haunted through the prowess of the Aenguls - though as us, the Aenguls are hardly eternal, too enraptured within the ideals of their own and the minds of the weakened man, as their exist none for them should the mortal forget of their existence: Their reason of creation. It is odd, for the lifespan of the man is short, but too is the lifespan of the elf short in the ideals of eternal accomplishment. All would be much more simplified for those of hard work and mind, should those men have the abilities to live in that eternal thought of near salvation to their satisfactory requirement of achievement. Yes - Yes. Life would be simpler if the thought of time dispersing was not there.” William Theodore Aubert, Circa 1808

 

 

  

A silent cry within the darkened void of the night, a wail of sorts in nature, roamed the high hills of the famed landscape. Around them? Reigned nature of the lands, as the colours of the trees was seen in each direction, as far as one could see, though amidst the lush woodlands, amidst the natural landscape of the tranquil countryside, rose a structure of reddened nature. There, within the lands of the forest, laid one manor - or farm, mayhaps - of a familiar Kaedrini stylisation as the hardened clays connected to the thatched triangular parapet. There was naught else around the household of the Auberts, not a soul in sight, as the wail of the newborn continued to fade within that woodland. It seemed a mark within the annals of the Auberts. It seemed a destined choice: though must the child have been so loud?

 

Each man is destined for birth, so has the nature of the man remained since the scriveners of time could record within books, though as the birth of man arrives, so too arrives the death of that man: all must return to that of which one started. All must remain within the ideals of the Aenguls - their creation of eternal continuation, cycles of sorts, as one knows naught but a singular fact on their birth: such fact shall remain true as death shall arrive to all which are born and birth had arrived to all which have died. William Theodore Aubert, named after his prominent father, was raised with the mindset of death as much of the Aubert family had diminished through the ideals of death. Death was eternal - it would arrive momentarily - as taught to the man since the mere lifetime of ten. One aspect remained of even more import to the Auberts, however, and such were the rekindle of the name: the return of their era as had been seen aeons before. And William? William had been deemed as the flourishing child which would raise the name towards their destined success. Certainly! William was the solution to their issues, this child was the answer to their failures. 

 

As such, the Auberts would ensure this child would be taught all which would be useful within the future endeavours of the man, no need was there for the man to roam with other children, no need was there for the child to interact with others: what was within import for the Auberts were the knowledge of the child, the words utilised within conversation with others. William had to be formed, no! - had to be groomed, to become the idealised individual for politics and licit work: an ideal leader above all. And too were the conversation of the child of excite nature after twelve summers of life: “We must realize on the theories of the political methods, wherein it must be recognized that there exist multiple forms, that we cannot truthfully nor completely indulge our abilities within a structure which does not allow for the men and women of ours continents to function: We must not feel left within the eternal clockwork of leaders! We must not feel stuck. No! We, the People, must feel encouraged through our leaders to reach for their words and their debates - to understand their struggles: for we shall be seated within that sooner or later. As we, the People, shall remain the bulk of Imperial Leaders.” though such words did not lead to friends for the child, more than often seeming to incite a certain fright within them as his childhood - or rather pretended childhood - remained alone, a self-inflicted solitude amidst the rushes of societies. 

 

William became what had been assumed from the start, the child became a man and the man became a politician, as an advocate for the voices of the commoners within the structures of the leaders, an advocate of the rights of the men and women within the cities of the realms which the man served throughout his time on these continents. Though, in return, the man became devoid of life - devoid of love - devoid of care, for there remained one reason to live, there remained one reason to create alliances and ‘friends’ and such were the eternal rise of the man: the eternal bequest which the man so desperately reached after. William was charismatic towards those around him, one could not notice the thoughts and ideals of the individual: that of which laid within the darkened annals of the mind, an ideal of immortal life - an ideal of eternal continuation devoid of the cycles of the Aenguls, devoid of the words which had been cemented into his mind. William wanted to live, live forever, as his own retaliation to the creators, as his own internal rebellion. 

 

But one event within the life of the man would alter that, one event which would remain within the mind of the man until the last breath. Ophelia became a beacon within the twisted thoughts of the man, she became the light which had not been there before: for once the kisses of the man was of naught but utter love towards the woman as his mind had been reformed, recalculated and rearranged in fashions above words of explanation. William did not live for the work of the man after his encounter with Ophelia, William did not serve these continents without reason: for there was reason now - Ophelia and their children became the reason for his rise, became the reason for his work and drive. She allowed emotions within the man which William could not fathom, emotions which had not been seen in the past and in fact, not allowed throughout his life devoid of care. She was all which tethered the man to sanity and understanding within his twisted thoughts. 

 

As life ended for Ophelia, so too would life lead to an eventual end of William. It became clear to the man as his sane state declined with hasted nature after the death of hers, as his mind returned to the darkened ideals of his own. Perhaps - such was unavoidable from the start. Perhaps - the man had been diverted from the truth. But there remained a thought of care within this politician, a care which Ophelia had left behind after the death of hers, both towards their children but also towards others as such care would remain there until the bitter end. It was naught but time before the man would reach his demise: though the man would have wished it different, for it was that care which had been left within the mind from the times of Ophelia, it was that which had lead the man towards his end - his own mind had faltered for a moment as the ideals which remained from the wife of the man had taken over. One letter was all which it took for the man to reach the end. One letter and it was all void.

William Theodore Aubert

(former) Representative of the House of Commons

Chairman of the National Party

10th Solicitor-General

 

 ( * ) 1770 - 1813 ( † )

 

[Da_Emperors 1987]

A life of servitude was said to be all that is given to servants of Empire. A life that is placed to concerns, trials and dedication to that in itself and nothing more. Ledicort knew this. Ophelia knew this. William knew this. Yet -- They had all given such to course. 

 

Ledicort would be seated at his desk as he pondered such thoughts from time to time. His dearest friends, comrades and fellow Nationals one by one had fell to poor health or elsewise. As he would think of such sad memory his aid would come into his office within Selm Palace. As he news was given -- the emotion was pour out. He thought not to break the coat hangers or scream into the abyss as when the news was given from Ophelia's passing; rather, he would remain still upon his seat as he looked forward to the closed door upon there leave of the room. 

 

Ophelia. William.

 

His mind raced, "How poor of a friend -- of a comrade -- of a man. . .am I?" 

 

He would close his eyes as a single tear would drip from his left eye. "Shall I lose all that stood with me? Shall I forever live in the thoughts of how I have failed Ophelia and you, dear William." He would arise from his seat after a long blistering hour of silence to himself.

 

A life of servitude was said to be all that was given to servants of the Empire. Ledicort would look to the window as the dark clouds would began to form and drips of rain would begin to trickle down from the gray clouds.

 

A life of servitude, it was a life that Ophelia van Wick had lived -- and it was a life that William Theodore Auburt had lived as well.

 

"Shall God keep you and see you to the Seven Skies my dear friend, I had only wished to be a better friend and brother to you while you had remained within reach. I shall hope you forgive me if I am to see you upon the end. Shall Ophelia and yourself find peace and happiness."

@MCVDK@TheIchorDruid

 

 

[Nectorist 12869]

"A hell of a man to battle with in the Commons. May he rest in peace," says Franz.

[DahStalker 3692]

The daughter of George Kovachev will forever remember the name of this strong National.

[Marilyn Monroe 362]

Margaret Helvets laughed when notified of the death. “Lazy man deserved it anyways...” She’d mutter. “Abandons the House of Commons on me.”

[rukio 8924]

From Elysium an 'aheral of silver-grey eyes watches the river. News of the man's death spread quickly enough. Cold, neutral eyes widened in shock and horror. Aobh had not known William well, she had met him only in passing and once when she was tending to Gwyn.

 

Gwyn. 

 

The thought struck her immediately, of that child, once abandoned, then taken in, now orphaned again. With no time wasted and no letter left of where she had gone, Aobh rushed off to find the human girl she viewed as her own child.