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On this 7th of Gronna and Droba, 444 E.S.
 

   

      Nightfall upon the barracks of the Brotherhood of Saint Karl, patrolmen doing their rounds sealing the gate of the Bastille for tonight's rest. Residing within his unofficial office which had yet been approved by the Lord Marshal, unknown what was to befall upon his poor soul. It had been well past midnight, the moonlight glistened brightly through black and yellow stained glass across the hall within Ser Emil Barclay's Office, shining upon the floor. A candle had illuminated his office well whilst he wrote with a fountain pen. Pain, brief as it may have been. He felt something internally, like he had been squeezed in the left center of his chest. An unbearable, uncomfortable pain enveloped him, he had cold sweats as he rose to his feet. Hollering, yelling, whatever it would've taken to spare his life. The panic and dread overwhelmed him, he had collapsed as he felt light-heading and weak. Weight overcame his eyes, they felt heavy as if he couldn't hold them open. Brief moments before he fell into unconsciousness. Mainly caused from the blows during his battle against the Enlightened, he had brief moments before the concussive trauma made its play in taken his responsiveness. With that said, all he could do was think to himself on the cold hardwood flooring. 

      All he could do was reminisce on his childhood as tears and snot ran down his nose. Overcome with fear, he had been brought back to the times where he father still drew breath, his mother hadn't been driven to insanity, and his sister hadn't disappeared. Remembering back to when he'd patronize his Uncle Arthur Komnenos or the warm embrace of both his Mother Amelia Hughes and Aunt Primrose Gendik. Before the haunting memories made their way through his mind, the death of his Aunt, the disease which had slain and taken his fathers life. The insanity which had caused his mother to forget all and abandon himself and his sister Yvonne, and worst of all the disappearance of his twin sister. The cause of  the constant voice ringing throughout  his head driving him to commit heinous acts upon the Field of Battle. His dramatic and psychopathic outbursts, his schizophrenic synapse from the traumatic and stressful events. All key components to his downfall, his eyes collapsed he had fallen unconscious, only an hour had passed before Sergeant and Lead of the Logistics Corps and Quartermaster of the Brotherhood of Saint Karl, Andre Hughes. A man who had been tortured through the torment of the Brothers War after the collapse of the Orenian Empire. Deprived of all family, drive, and motivation. Once again stripped of something he had valued, life.



Andre Hughes will had been blank.

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Yvonne Hughes who had spent her time residing in Acre, was likely the last to hear of the news. Saddened, she'd never get to see her twin brother again. "Oh Andre, I'm so sorry. I should've found you, I should've done more, but I was too late." She cried quietly in her hut.

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"Andre, Yvonne! Come inside quick before the pie goes cold!" A woman called from the small farmhouse set outside New Providence. She swatted away several flies milling about the fresh blueberry pie. The twin children came eagerly when called, and soon after her husband, Damien joined them. Memories from long ago, from when times were better.

 

The scene drenched in blood and Amelia awoke with a start. She went to bring her right hand to her cheeks to wipe away tears, though nothing happened. Slowly the memories faded from the old Dames mind, and she looked around. Her prosthetic right arm was set aside the hay cot. A mirror nearby showed a woman of scarred flesh, and deadened eyes. "Andre.... Yvonne" she choked the words out. It had been decades since she had seen her babies. Decades she had spent forgetting, slowly falling into despair. 

 

Amelia Eleanora

Amelia Leslie

Amelia Hughes

Dame Amelia

But now just Amelia. One of lost memories and damaged mind. She wept but did not know why.

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"May Saint Karl personally escort you to the gates of the Seven Skies. Rest well, brother." 

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Lord Marshal Hieran Melphestaus salutes the fallen Sergeant.

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