Seaside Ruminations I

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Seaside Ruminations I

19th of Owyn's Flame, 1850
Penned; V.E.B.

 

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“ He, who gives what he would as readily throw away, gives without generosity; for the essence of generosity is in self-sacrifice. ”

 

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I sit alongside the open sea, pontificating over what has occurred in the past year alone. Months full of finding love, finding faith, finding service, yet what has lacked is finding myself amongst this. I have bore witness to, and perhaps even had a hand with the history of mankind as we know it changing. This change has been turbulating around me as the shooting stars had predicted - a message from GOD. A message that there will be beauty and enamor amongst the chaos that begins to plague the skies above until it clears into a time of clarity, and change. I knew naught of what it had meant until now. 

Philip III rising amongst the ashes of his departure from the Empire was only the beginning of this change, this time of hope that perhaps things would be better. That we would no longer be cast aside by the Empire as if we were muck under their boots. Yet, receding their support for one Michael I, despite all Everard VI had done to us? To support that which had abandoned us, left us unbaptised and left with no one but ourselves to guide our faithful? To support that which consorted with heretics? They say to call to the faithful and the faithful hath answered, a church full of people to watch the dethronement of the false Pontifex. Yet they have abandoned the faithful which heeded their call, just as Everard VI had done to us. We, the faithful within Savoy, are left suffering as an unguided flock once more at the hands of the false Pontifex using us as a political pawn. 

I know not of what is to come from this period of anguish amongst the children of GOD, yet I do trust in the message which he has left for us. The skies shall clear for the change which he intends. I offer my prayers no longer within the holiest of houses of GOD, but from my soul, beside the open sea towards the world which He hath created in hopes that what I am doing is right. I must do right not just by myself now, but for the future of the people which have grown to rely on me, for the future that I must create for my lineage, for the future of the flock. 

It is a time for sacrifice, to risk what we all have worked to build for ourselves. I must remember why the Savoyards established themselves amongst these lands in the first place, a place founded on the liberation from stagnation and hardship. I must remember why my Baba left the Empire to begin with, to escape the corruption which has left it to rot. I must remember why I am here, to do right by GOD’s will and cleanse that sin from its roots. Sacrifice will not come easily to shepherd this time of change, the first has started and the last is yet to come. What lies ahead, is not for myself, but for the glory of GOD, for the glory of the faithful.  Perhaps, the rest will see in time why Michael I had done what he did. He was ready to lose everything for the betterment of our people, and so he did. It will soon come time for myself to do the same. 

 

For faith is what will drive me, and faith is all that shall remain. 

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[_Bueno_ 492]

Valentino Gradic would lean out his window in his palace apartments and ponder the purpose of it all. The fighting, the chaos, the old man was simply tired. He'd most likely share Vasileia's thoughts on the matter of faith, for faith is what drove him to declare his support for Christoff in the first place. He wished for change and yet acted on it most unwisely, his fervor for reform too great for the man to realize his own failings. It was this despair that brought Valentino to drink upon that night. 

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Already seeing the wary eyes of his Savoyard countrymen on him, Abbé Aubergine removed his mantle, leaving it in his cell in the Cloister of St. Humbert as he planned his trip to Mane's Grotto. 

 

"The skies shall clear in time." Aubergine uttered, peering out the window. Oh, how he had enjoyed the view.