The Half a Day Peace

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The Half a Day Peace

Lady Johanne Altsromeria Vuiller had been born into war.

In all of her mere thirteen years of her life, it was all she has ever known.

When the news came of the war ending, she hardly knew what to think. The girl was certainly brimming with excitement.

She found the first family member she could, her Uncle Thomas Komnemos to share excitedly share the good news.

"The war ended!"

She'd whisper all too loudly behind him, before pausing, seemingly realizing something then.

"What do I do now?"

That was the question, wasn't it?

What does she do now?

As he turned to her, he explained in no uncertain words that she play, make merry and be a child.

And so she did.

She ran directly for her Grandmother Primroses house in search for her cousin Aldrych Gendik, the two soon making off for the nearby park to run about like loons, excitedly discuss future plans and have the best time of their life.

Later that night, with hope held tight within her heart, she fell asleep with a dream of a better future.

 

 

When she first awoke, she was none the wiser to the problems started within the Empire.

She found her way into the capital, discussing with anyone who would listen about her plans for an upcoming dog show she'd been planning with her cousin Laurelie for what felt like eons.

She'd make posters and hang them everywhere. She'd bathe and dress the dogs into their utmost best. And she'd get them the best homes available!

With note, though, the square began to fill. More then she's seen all together at once, as armored groups piled in.

Her words lowered into a whisper, asking her Uncle Jarad what might be happening.

"The war is over, right?"

She breathed out nervously as her heart dropped. His answer was a simple one. 

"Not the internal one."

Unsure and terrified, she went and hid. She had no idea what was happening. She warned her cousin Aldrych and escaped to the keep of Vuillermoz, where she then birded her cousin Laurelie to come home, alongside her best friend, Suika. They could wait it out in what she thought was the safety of her home, see what is happening and wait for her Grandfather to awaken from his slumber.

And so they would wait.

A Musin soon joined them, playing games with the three girls as they heard nary a peep or sigh from anyone.

And soon her mother, Rosemary Vuiller came just as their home was sieged.

Lady Johanne Alstromeria Vuiller did not understand why they were under attack.

She only just found out what was happening as those broke through their windows and accosted the home she very much loved.

How she rushed up the stairs to the roof, dragging her cousin along as she burst out from the door, chest heaving in panic.

Enemies. They are clearly enemies. Why else would they be here to hurt us?

It went through her mind like wildfire and so as the meagre group of children and one adult pushed the cannon atop the roof towards the door, she steeled herself for a fight.

Glass shattered and men filed in, a warhammer cracking down on the head of their new Musin friend.

A blasting potion, gotten from her Uncle just Saints days prior after she'd been attacked shot forth in an feeble attempt to protect their home and livelihood.

And yet, it wasn't enough.

They were surrounded.

An example made of her mother as she's beaten half to death.

Help arrived soon after, the fight went on brutally into the night and as Laurelie and Johanne escaped, they found themselves within the Vuiller nursery.

Three babies. Two children.

The escape was narrow and yet they managed it.

They ran as fast as they could, heading for the family crypts where they came to a kneel with a cry beside the crypt of the late Sir Duncan Vuiller, prayers spilling forth.

Laurelie begging for her father to come back.

Johanne praying to Godan, Saint Harald Vuiller or anyone who would listen.

"Please, please, Godan, Saint Harald-" The babies are coddled within her jacket, body wracked with shivers. "Protect us, please. Please, please."

And so the cried pleas continued as did the fight, until eventually, way into the night, the call of her mother came.

"Johanne?"

 

 

Lady Johanne Alstromeria Vuiller did not have a side.

Lady Johanne Alstromeria Vuiller did not have a side.

But now?

She did.

"For the Eagles foresight, we reign victorious."

Those were the words she whispered that night her entire world was flipped upside down.

Those are the words she lives by.

Spoiler

Yesterday was some, uh, very interesting rp to say the least. Figured a post from her pov would be a good idea!

 

[amyselia 2962]

Acolyte Anna stood by her brother's side as court continued on for hours, eyelids beating down upon her pupils like a hammer to an anvil. In the inner realm, her heart was broken and twisted into pieces of blackened coal. How could her parents defy their own succession? How could her brother defy his parents' will? How could her brothers seek to see the other murdered by their own sword?

 

The questions fried her into exhaustion. Only through prayer did her nerves calm.

This was the anathema's final repentance, and the punishment of God.