[PK] The death of a Dove

[Myrthe 273]

~-⊰On the 8th of The first seed year 185 of the second age.⊱-~

 

 

On a day like most others, Algea had just handed off one of the three gifts she had prepared for her ‘future’ friends. Or well they were her friends, or well more than that. She saw them as family. She was only too scared to call them so. Scared of being judged, laughed or yelled at. So instead she chose to do something good.
To make and buy some gifts to cheer everyone up a little. She had finished getting and making them,
She only needed to go hand them out now…

 

 

Algae, Ren, Renae or Elvira, wasn't always this way. She used to go by just one name, before she became Fearful of those things, fearful of even speaking.. No She used to be loud, yelling at whoever she was not agreeing with, yelling trying to be heard. Till one day a woman wandered into her life. One who changed her life, for better or for worse.

A woman who became like a mother to her. Like a new family after the one she just had lost. Forced into becoming a vampire her world was turned upside down once again. The bad the good, for better or worse, hurt or laughing it changed her. She started to find basic conversations to be terrifying and worrying. Fearful she once again made people mad, fearful she once again had to lie, or hide. There was a long time where she truly wished to be cured hoping that would have made everything better. But time and time again she found people unlike her, people who were not plagued by this curse she bore to be more scary, more brutal, more heartless. She was starting to accept the few people in her life who did not mind. Yet she always remained fearful they too would stab her in the back.
 

Or worse leave her all alone again. 

 

Early in the day she had just given her first gift to a friend. It was a dress Algea had spent her time learning to make. Gladly they accepted the gift, and both went on with their day. Little did Algea know this day would end in her death.

The Celia'nor square was filled with people chatting, having conversation and Algea too found herself speaking to someone. Someone who shared a hobby Algea had long not done, Writing.  They had a conversation in what Algea shared she has been having writer's block because of all the chaos in her life. But she did wish to write again.  When a woman Algea knew walked into the tea house. Anneliese, An old friend. One Algea had hoped to be able to trust, with the secret of her being a vampire.  But their last talk ended in bloodshed and pain. Another ‘friend’ that now hated her for what she was. Anneliese and Algea both shared fear in their eyes as last time they met Algea’s curse showed more than she did. Anneliese yelled out what she was, what Algea had done. After that she ran up the stairs of the tea house. Algea jumped over the railing onto the roof trying to run away from the conflict away from someone she hurted in her hunger years ago. 

 

Eventually Anneliese catched up to Algea and tackled her on the roof, “please don't kill me”  She begged. But her plea was answered with a sword piercing her shoulder to the roof. A pained cry came from the fearful woman. “Please”  More and more people started to gather looking up at the roof like it was a stage, Annelise asked if there was a guard to have them deal with Algea. All she could do was beg. “ Please don't kill me.” Tears filled her eyes as she watched up at Annelise with fear. Eventually whispering out “ I am sorry..” which got answered with a harsh answer  ‘You are not forgiven.’  As the sword was twisted and then pulled out her shoulder leaving Algea bleeding on the rooftop as Aenerion moved to stand over her. He would pull out salt, and let it fall onto the bleeding shoulder…

Blood started to boil as Algea let out a scream at the top of her lungs in pain, tears streaming down her face as she said with a shaky breath
“Please don't kill me.”
People watching had already decided her fate. “Please don't kill me. ''
Her shaky voice sounded again. Before she begged
“Please cure me if you can” 

 

But the moment she was stabbed they had chosen she was meant to die. Arguing among themselves about that curing her, was not worth saving her from bleeding first. 

Cruel perhaps, having to hear people find you not worth saving, after you've been attacked. But all people could ever think about was that she was a Vampire.
But she just wished to live.
 

“ I never had a choice in becoming a mon-” she didn't even finish her sentence as she was lifted up and pierced through the chest by Aenerion would pull his sword back and aimed to cut off her head and kill her, but instead she fell to ground and let out a final breath

“I’m Sorry”

Now dead her head was cut off her body, perhaps to be sure she was dead,
perhaps simply to show off. 

Her eyes still wide open, her dead eyes watching on drenched in tears in a fearful expression. 

 

The rooftop a bright red form the blood that was spilled. Her body moved from one place to another. Eventually it was placed in a ditch, and burned.

Her ashes were bottled up and taken to who knew where.

And so everything quieted down again… With one soul less.


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[OOC]:
First of all Thank you all for reading.
Secondly if you spotted any mistakes please try to read over then-
Dyslexia and to little sleep are not a good combo-

This pk post was an odd one to write. seeing it is my first pk post of a persona I have actually played, and still had hoped to play now.

But I decided to pk partly out of the fact I hope people will actually have characters have emotions so to speak? Over the years I noticed that as soon as your darkspawn there is no turning back. You will always be seen as evil. something ‘fun’ to hunt or kill. Most of this is Ooc. I don't often see characters that kill actually act like they just killed. Or deal with death in a ‘normal way’ And that makes me disappointed. I do not know what happened to the personas if they are mentally broken or whatever happend. It is just I see so often that personas just kill like it's normal.. Lotc is harsh, but so is rl, but inrl you still see people struggle. But enough about this-

There is always good, the main reason why I decided to pk is the fact I know most who have seen this rp will do amazing rp after this. And take this as character development rather than another friday.

Another reason that I pk’ed is that I have many personas, and perhaps this might mean I have more time for the others. I am grateful for all the rp I have had on Algea. All the moments, the laughs, the slightly worrying but mostly the fun I have had. Part of me is afraid to let go of a character in this way. To miss out on rp, and the friends I made. Part of me hopes it will bring a new start. What part is right I will have to see in time.

But either way Thank you.

 

 

[Bethinwonderland 2213]

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You did an amazing job writing this