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BORN AS BARROW'S 


 

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[Art by: Yaroslav Gerzhedovich]


 

The shaking of the trees and the snapping of branches filled the void of a typically silent night. Crack of thunder mimicked the crashing of heavy waves, roaring and rumbling with a might that seemed foreign to the land. Fauna of the woodlands huddled in their burrows, riding out the monstrous storm. Those which had not sought shelter early enough would have met their maker, simply being tossed to and fro by the gusts of wind as collateral damage. 

 

The cries of a screaming woman, muffled by that of the storm, who would find herself in a fit of peril. Death by storm or death by birth seemed to be her only option as she stumbled around her room. Panting like a dog, enveloped in pain and misery, her fate seemed inevitable now. 

 

Littering the roads, branches and leaves would make travel nearly impossible for those who even dared to take on the beast. Chunks of earth would be uplifted from their depths, sending rocks and minerals flying through the air. No one could best the monster, for it was of God's own making. 

 

For hours the pain pulsed through the lonesome woman, no help to be seen, nor expected as she suffered in the hell that seemed to be of her own making. Whispers of foreign prayers fell from her lips with each gasp of air and each push of her body. There was nothing that could be done, for only she alone could save herself. 

 

In the distance, the rain which followed behind the wind and thunder would bless the land with its bountiful nourishment. Falling upon the Earth, the shower would give respite to the country, lessening the forceful aggression its partners had brought. It was the eye which gave such, for the beast was not finished making his mark upon the land. 

 

Alas, as the sounds of thunder lessening in the distance, did the pain come to its conclusion. The storm had claimed many lives this eve, though the two which rested in the bassinet within the room were pardoned. 

 

Only as the eye crept over the land, did animals peek out from their earthly homes, inspecting what had happened to their ecosystems. Though aside from the children of nature, few of Horen's own decided to venture out, taking the opportunity of the calm to find better shelter or to seek out those who needed it.

 

The rhythm of hurried footsteps would echo upon cobblestone as a hooded stranger would reach the door of the lone woman. To the strangers surprise, upon opening the door, the woman was not to be found. In her place was a blood stained bed, along with spilled water and bloodied rags. The woman was nowhere to be seen. 
 

Stumbling along in trail of the eye did a cloaked figure find their way to a looming stone castle. Foliage had trashed the slick incline to Drustra Castle, causing the figures lithe frame to slow as it navigated its way upwards. With the rain beating down and the wind beginning to pick up once more, the stranger has succeeded in making it to the castle gates. To the surprise of some, the stranger had no intention of seeking shelter, nor did they linger at the entrance. It wasn’t until the figure descended back onto the dark roads, did their intentions become clear. 

 

Left at the castle gates, covered in blankets, were two crying children, freshly born and having not yet finished their first day of life. It did not take long for the sounds of the infant's cries to summon a servant, their fragile bodies being brought quickly into the warmth of the keep. Born in a storm and against all odds, the Barrow’s were home at last.  

 

The haemorrhaging had come quickly for the woman. The blood seemed to never ease and with no medical supplies nor herbs to assist her, she quickly grew weaker by the minute. Hobbling along the path from which she came, her vision grew darker and her consciousness grew spotty. Stumbling over a fallen branch, the woman's body met the earth, no energy left within her to break her fall. It was then that a single ray of sunlight broke through the sky, signalling the ending of the storm. 

 

Laying there, as the light kissed her pale skin, Sorina’s movements ceased. Not a smile, nor grimace presented itself upon her countenance. The Luceafaru would not see the morning, nor her children ever again. She lay on the stone road, her body growing as pale as the snow surrounding her and cold as the Haeseni air. And as she ascended into the skies, no fairy nor family would meet her. Once more, she was alone. 


 

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 @sarahbarahand @celina, I hope you are ready for your Barrow era's ;) 

 

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Viorica Barrow's quiet cries came to a halt as she was swaddled next to her twin sister, Yetta.

 

Surely, their survival of this storm was an omen.

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Nikoleta Barbara felt a change in the force, cursing out her father. 

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