Loss and Ascension | A POV Post

[tadabug2000 4918]

 

LOSS AND ASCENSION 

A POV POST 

[This is not known IRPly unless you were there or you were told.]

 

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The day began like any other, the Grand-Princess had awoken and prepared for the day. She joined her younger sister Valencia in the palace courtyard, chattering about their favorite animals. Xiomara chose Chickens and Valencia had chosen Elephants.

 

They basked beneath the Hyspian sun as they spoke, until the sound of doors opening came and the duo's Uncle, Señor Nicolas Murietta joined them. The chickens at his farm had babies, and they were invited to join him in seeing the hatchlings, their youngest sister Julieta joining them in the process.

 

The quad found their way to the farming village of Ramonadora, meeting the promised baby chickens and discussing animatedly how each looked. As they spoke, creatures - with rat-like bodies and wings appeared around them. Dirtied paws clung to dug-up carrots, taken from the farmlands and the beginning of the chaos ensued.

 

Shouts sounded, villagers joining the fray of ridding the farmlands of these pests and sometime later, they were successful. Dirtied and clothes torn, Xiomara spoke with her Uncle, intent on going back to the palace to get cleaned up with her sisters and return back after to play with the baby chickens.

 

And so the trio left. They returned back to the palace, and to the eldest sisters room, adjoined to her mother's. Blood trailed outside, a strange sight and after many knocks of which went unanswered, she peered through a slit at the door. Within was the prone and bloodied body of her mother, leaving the Grand Princess stumbling and gasping, as she turned and ran for the door amidst her sister's confused cries.

 

The young girl of seven ran, shouting until her voice ran hoarse for her Uncle. She ran for the outside village, in which a confrontation was being had with would-be brigands. Xiomara shouted, pled, until her Uncle joined her as the villagers dealt with the bandits.

 

And so they returned to the palace, door busted down and the sight was fully seen. Bloodied footprints were left, circular around the Crown-Princess Santana, clearly an assassination.

 

Nicolas Murietta, Captain of the Orden de Francisco and the girl's Uncle, ushered them out of the palace. He half carried them, half nudged them along, until he brought them to the Bastian. 

 

Locked in the gatehouse, as he called upon the guards and put the city in lockdown, the girls could only cry and pray.

 

Until their grandmother or father could be found, the line of succession must be protected. It was sometime later that their grandmother, the Sovereign Ramona I was found, unaware as to what happened.

 

Soon, the elder woman's features changed, hardened after the comfort of her granddaughters. She chose a few guards to go with her, to handle the traitors of the palace - leaving the girls to the Bastian.

 

And so they prayed, and huddled close once more. Until more cries came, this time for medics, and this time as people went running to assist - the girls were left alone with some of the guards' children.

 

No news was had for some time. Worry mounted, further so as screams and cries echoed the city, unaware of the going-ons about them and so they made a plan. Xiomara, her sisters and the children there bonded through trauma made a decision. They would not be sitting ducks. They would trust no one but themselves.

 

What little they had access to of the Bastian, they searched, finding themselves some form of weaponry. One a wooden mug, another a recently smithed axe and the rest random odds and ends. They sought their escape, using those distractions to dash out and to the nearby orphanage. They used the access to get to the rooves, where they sank down atop the highest tower they could find, hidden and out of sight.

 

Cold, worried, forlorn. They say there for hours, as cold began to come over the desert landscape. Until finally a voice rose over the din, in search of her grandchildren. They revealed their spot, found their way down where no explanations were had, only the announcement of an emergency court.

 

They trudged, each still clinging to those ill-gotten weaponry, to the palace. The citizenry walked past bodies, slain along the path, and Ramona had stopped. She spoke of their mother being avenged, and thus led them on further until they entered the throne room.

 

The Sovereign Ramona I sat upon the throne and announced the death of Santana Leya, Crown-Princess of Hyspia, mother, daughter, sister, wife and cousin. She then called upon Xiomara, the girls grip so tight upon her axe, as she stared blearily upon her grandmother.

 

She was called upon to swear an oath, the once Grand Princess of seven years named the Crown-Princess - to take up her mother's mantle of heirship at such a tender age.

 

Xiomara Aracely joined her grandmother upon the dais, dark gaze falling upon those stood within the throne room, both dead and alive - and she raised her axe amidst the shouts of those below.

 

“Viva Hyspia!”

“Viva Hyspia!”

“Viva Hyspia!”

 

 

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Spoiler

I decided to make a POV post, as the absolute chaos of the day warranted it! Too many people to list in what happened, but thanks for the crazy RP!

 

[teeylin 1688]

Spoiler

Xiomara villain arc

 

[tadabug2000 4918]

4 minutes ago, teeylin said:

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Xiomara villain arc

 

Spoiler

But what if. .

 

[Javert 9625]

Nicolas Murietta, along with Pedro Salazar and Her Highness Ramona I, had cut a brutal and bloody path through the Palace towards Santana's body. Dozens of servant mutineers met the trio's blade that day, but none of them walked out alive.

 

Severed limbs, decapitated heads, and cleaved bodies littered the rugs and wooden floorboards of the Royal Palace. Nicolas looked upon each one - some he had known before, some he had not. In the end it mattered little - They had conspired to kill the Crown-Princess and deny Her Highness access to her body, so they were cleaved in twain. By the end of the night, Nicolas had lost count of how many he'd taken the life of. It bothered him deeply, but nothing more could be done now.

 

Did he feel regret for how the events of The Blue Night had played out? Yes. Did he have any doubts about protecting his Nieces, those in line to inherit the throne? No, he did not. Regret or no, guilt or no, Nicolas maintained that he would kill every last conspirator who even considered harming his own blood. As the new Baron knelt before the Hyspian throne, Nicolas knew that this was just the first of many events that were to come.