THE LAST MARIAN [PK]

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Young children may struggle understanding concepts of death when they are this age, and perhaps while none my realise it immediately, only when time had taken a further toll upon him, but Andrei's death- for Frederik, it would change everything.

 

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Viktor did not understand the concept of loss. He was barely the age of one summer after all. Nevertheless, an uncertain future now awaited the young child; For his father was not there to guide him. 
 

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He felt it first within his stomach, a sudden stinging sensation; a premonition. The Ludovar sat upright in his chair with furrowed brows. His head turned towards the window beside his study, and there he saw the rising smoke in the distance, miles beyond Isaakev. 

He rode out that night upon his steed, he rode with only a crude black cloak for warmth. When Robert reached the source of the smoke it was too late. The castle had burnt down. 

Andrei had done his duty as a knight paramount. Through the stress of it all, he had defended the kingdom and led his men whilst staring at the maws of destruction in the eye. Alas, if only Robert knew how far his best friend had drowned into the ocean of anxious despair. He would have held his hand out to save him in a heart beat. 
 

“If only ea knew. If only ea knew…” 

 

It did not matter now. The rain did not pour tonight in Koravia. The fire would continue to burn. 
 

 

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9 hours ago, LuxyLucy said:

 

Though we came into this world together, we depart at different times.

 

There is a unique bond forged between those that join their parents' lives together. Andrei and Primrose shared this bond, from the moment of their birth till the time Andrei’s unison with House Kortreviches motto, “With Duty, Comes Honor.” Would separate them from each other on that mortal plane that was Aevos. She had made a promise to that aspiring knight, who due to circumstances out of their control, had to bear a responsibility he was not birthed to bear.  She would always support him, from their time of youth where the shy boy shadowed his extroverted triplet. To when the matured bull took his mantle upon that dais of their childhood home of Emsgrad, she was an extension of himself, a horn that bull may wield to exert, in guiding the Koravians under that Crown of Hanseti-Ruska.

 

The now wilting ‘Rose’ would collapse, within the fires of the Aestmarch that had taken her aunt Adelina and uncle Nikolaus. Her gut felt wretched, as she looked upon their bones and ashes, the fires still alight as they would catch the fabrics of her Bykursain armor, as the metal would start to glow, as the scent of her burning flesh would surround that Leuven search party. Though she made no reaction to those burns, something within ate at her. A greater pain than offered by the nerves of her mortal flesh, an aching of the soul as if something of her very being, was now lost.

The only comparison, being when Andrei had entered the vortex upon that River Lahy years ago, completing his childhood dream of knighthood, to serve his pseudo brother Karl.

 

Elia and Louna would plead with her to flee the flames that scorched her flesh, but no response was given. Sosina had to drag the woman from the flames as her expression was blank. Detached from that reality, as that fire within her now lost home, took her other half. An unrecoverable part of that woman died that day. The trajectory of her life left astray, as if a poacher had sawn that horn from its place of residence atop the bulls head.

 

They say time heals all wounds, but this was a maiming of the soul. How is one to keep stable, if your legs are cut out from beneath you? As she lay covered in bandages within Vjardengrad’s clinic, hand shaking with pain from burn blisters, that woman born of Koravian blood, would set out to write, to quell the pain that ached within, that one day would take her, to meet her brother again.

 

“Somewhere near His family house,

   A Koravian Hussar jumped on his horse,

   He said goodbye to his Papej, his Mamej,

   And beautiful Dima.

 

Hey, hey, hey, Koravians,

   Go past primeval forests and lowlands.

   Ring, ring, ring, little bell,

  My little blue-eyed falcon.

 

The wind blows, blows, blows, blows,

   It has scattered us across the world.

   The heart is beating, yearning for the Homeland,

   It’ll stop for a moment and beat again.

 

Hey, hey, hey, Koravians,

   Go past primeval forests and lowlands.

   Ring, ring, ring, little bell,

  My little blue-eyed falcon.

 

Oh, it’s a long way home,

 For the County, for the Crown.

 We’ll defeat the temptations of enemies,

 We’re Koravians, we’re Haeseni!

 

 Hey, hey, hey, Koravians,

   Go past primeval forests and lowlands.

   Ring, ring, ring, little bell,

  My little blue-eyed falcon.

 

Hey, hey, hey, Koravians,

   Go past primeval forests and lowlands.

   Ring, ring, ring, little bell,

  My little blue-eyed falcon.”

 

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Though he had met Andrei once in a non-battle situation, Jiri held great respect for him. A strong warrior more than capable of standing his own and above all else a man who cared for his own family. Truth be told asides farming, there was nothing else that Jiri viewed as important in life.

 

The last conversation Jiri had with him and truthfully the only one ended with his courtship of Primrose being accepted by the family. With that came a promise to take care of Primrose, spoken or unspoken, an important Primrose. 

 

For the next months and until it was no longer necessary, Jiri would visit her at least thrice a day to ensure she ate and drank while recovering from her burns. He would sit and listen to anything that she wished to say, even encouraged her to speak. Everything he could do to help her, Jiri would do.

 

One day while leaving the house, Jiri spotted a Kortrevich coat of arms and spoke gently to the sky "Andrei, I will protect your family until my last breath." A promise spoken is a promise to keep.

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Reinhard heard the news via letter, which he thumbed and crumpled in his grasp. Andrei was never much a concern for him - but Dima? Her children? They were. His first instinct was to write and assure her - a usual thing. Of course, he then needed to find Karoslund. Everyone he loved was closer, and that was surely a good thing. He dared to hope, and that was dangerous. It was a mistake he should have long learned not to partake in. For after he set off to find Karoslund, to find Dima and provide what he could, there was nothing good to be found. But only more did the world spit in his face, for what horror it had left to put him through. And some inklings, too, of scattered mercy.

Except, he left yet another dilema beyond his own control with a dismal attitude and part of him wondered if he would have been better strung up, than giving in.