MissToni 3487 Popular Post Share Posted January 31 Spoiler The End of a Dream It was like any day for Marjorie, she had woken up after a long day of writing and playing with her siblings that she loved. She got up and greeted her fish, fed them and said goodbye and was on her merry way to the capitol. Whilst wandering the streets of Portoregne she couldn’t help but feel more cheerful than usual, her first event had after all been a massive success and she had made lots of new friends. She prepared a letter to the King of Aaun to ask him if she could be housed by any of the nobles or the palace during her stay there for the study of their aquatic life. She was patiently waiting for a reply, but she got bored as it seemed to go hours without a response. So she decided to go back to her fish. She whistled and sang on her way to the family’s keep, willfully unaware of the danger that lurked up ahead the hill. And then she heard the voice, her footsteps coming to a halt as a chill ran down her spine. She looked up to spot an armoured woman. She didn’t recognize the armour, had never seen it before and it was strange for someone not of Balian descent to be wandering these paths. The girl of eleven uttered a startled hello before her legs bursted into a run towards the stairs. She had to reach the door, it was her only salvation. But she was too slow and got stopped in her tracks. Ending up into the dirt and rocks of the hill, scraping her face and arms heavily. She tried to get up, but the girl was too dazed and she got grabbed by the head. “No, please have mercy!” she cried out, but only got a dry apology in return as a dagger was sliced across her throat, some of her hair falling down onto the ground from the cut. All sound that came from her now was the gurgling and harking of someone drowning in their own blood. The life in her eyes quickly went out as her body fell limp. The ground had now been stained red from the pool of blood and a paper fell out from her pocket, unseen by her assailant as she picked the body up and threw it over her shoulder and walked off. And there would be no body for her mother and family to mourn… Marjorie Cecile Eirene Vuiller 1951 - 1962 Spoiler Thank you to @Harald and @_yink_ for giving me the chance of playing this character even if her story was short lived. 42 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Me_llamo... 495 Share Posted January 31 Eirene Linh Vuiller, the girl’s grandmother was surprised as she saw Marjorie walk into the seven skies, she rushed forth to hug the little girl “It's alright girl” she said in a soothing tone “Your life was even better than mine, you did great” she said with a soft nod of her head, conflicted feelings going through her head… happy to have more company in the Seven Skies, but sad that her granddaughter had died at such a young age 12 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
_yink_ 348 Share Posted January 31 After every hug, prayer, and condolence had been acknowledged and received, Gwenyth retreated. Her sights were set on the ocean as she leapt off the final few steps that led to the Vuiller Estate. Her legs, worn from the constant back and forth from room to room as she comforted each child, or even from the grating gallop across the continent in search of Marjorie. Gwenyth had yet to take a break, but a break would come as she came crashing down into the low ocean tide. A scream. A scream so guttural and agonizing erupted from Gwenyth. A cry that had been fighting to be released, but had been suppressed. The sacrifice a mother must make as she puts the needs of others before herself. It was only now that days had passed that Gwenyth was allowed to grieve. The moment she allowed herself to grieve on these sandy beaches. Her shoulders heaved, her breaths rattled, and sobs shook Gwenyth to her very core. Prayers, curses, and pleas spilled from her lips and filled the air until she could no longer speak. She howled for hours only for her voice to finally give out and break. She was muted and left to cry in silence. A young mother now forced to face fears that no parent should ever endure 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
mmjinae 79 Share Posted January 31 (edited) A paper note, a lock of hair, and a splatter of blood; that was all that Viviana Ximena Vilac could find left of Marjorie. Who would hurt her cousin? Who would even dare? Marjorie was the sweetest girl that Viviana had ever known. She loved fashion, her fish, her family most of all - who would ever think to hurt her, let alone take her away? Viviana's memories flitted back to the party Marjorie had held just months prior; of the unforeseen guests, of the strangers she had never seen before that night. Her memories recalled the words and promises on the note left behind; of the people named therein who were her only clues to her cousin's disappearance. With these memories, with these clues, Viviana began to write a list. "I should have been there," hissed the scion of House Vilac. "I should have saved you. The least I can do is find the ones who took you away." She held up her list of suspects, and pinned it against the wall with a dagger. "All will be held to account, even the world. If I find it wanting, it too shall burn. I will bring you home, this I swear." Edited January 31 by mmjinae 10 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
comatoseprincess 236 Share Posted January 31 Sat on her bed, the girl would stare at the wall for what seemed like hours on end. How could this happen? Marjorie was a sweet girl, she did not deserve this. The princess then laid down, "Why? Why her? Why my friend..?" She asked to herself, wondering how this had been the outcome for someone as wonderful as her friend was. 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
libertyybelle 5476 Share Posted January 31 Svetlana sat in her high tower within the cold peak of Morteskvan, the bitter winter biting at her nose. It was late in the evening when the young Ruthern heard news of the girl passing away. Though knowing her only briefly, she thought fondly of those fish and that little Vuiller who was kind enough to humor the weird girl from Haense. So, though the Ruthern never weeped, she felt a twinge of sadness deep within her- for the life which had been taken far too soon. 10 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harald 2487 Share Posted January 31 A reign of terrible screams could be heard leaving the Vuiller estate, the already damaged count looking out the window as heavy breaths left him.. yet he paused allowing the tears to roll down his cheek before another breath was taken. The man soon then crawling to get up on his feet moving towards his wife as he would wrap his arms around her.. “None shall get away with this Gwenyth. I do niet care if they what they are or whom they may be.. our Majorie shall be avenged.” Yet another heavy breath, a piece of his heart ripped out on that day.. a damaged man now broken. 19 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
tadabug2000 3505 Share Posted January 31 Ofeliya Weiss soon heard the news of her cousin. She'd spoken to her a few times, and has begun to grow fond of her - she'd been so busy too, she wished she wasn't. She should of went to the sleepover.. She never got to give her the promised pink sapphire necklace either. Another person taken so soon from the world. When would it end? 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Javert 5573 Share Posted January 31 "A Child! A Child! Who in DIOS' name murders a Child?!" Vicente II shouted out from his balcony in Hyspia after hearing of the death during a break. Not much could shake the seasoned soldier, but the murder of children was something Vicente could never bear to hear 10 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
teeylin 998 Share Posted January 31 Santana had never met her cousin Marjorie, but even she felt something was off with the mood in the palace. Vicente's distant shouting, though she couldn't understand what he had said, unsettled her deeply. He never did that. That night she kept quiet and solemn, sticking close to her distraught father. 13 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
najtik 38 Share Posted January 31 Dang, I actually cried at this 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
EmiliainWonderland 1526 Share Posted January 31 Little Austina heard the news much later than most of her peers. "I should've protected her, she even let us go to her house." 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
oryP 972 Share Posted January 31 The Count of Marsana peered upon the missive, before putting it aside with a frown. “Y pray for the Vuillers, e Y pray that Gwenyth finds them. For they will niet escape her grasp so easily.” His head shook before he’d eventually move on to other business. 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Apotolofo 1414 Share Posted January 31 Hera, protector of children, felt her heart plummet in her chest. She did not know why, until much later. . . I'm sorry, Johanne, Laurelie. I couldn't protect your descendants. 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
_mady07 1104 Share Posted January 31 The Crown princess of Hyspia held a grim expression while she comforted her husband and children, worry brimmed deep in the future monarchs mind, a girl as bright and promising as Marjorie to be gone so soon. Questiosns of the future of her own children echoed in her mind. Pain and grief struck to the Viceroyal Family that day. 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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