THE BOY WHO CLIMBED. | PK

[Navigator 4260]

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THE BOY WHO CLIMBED

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“Life is beautiful, mi amor. Learn to enjoy it to its fullest.”

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Nueva Vida’s streets were bustling. People from all around the world gather at the fair. Balianese, Hanseti, individuals from all the realms came to Hyspia to see what was for sale. There, atop one of those many stalls, was a boy. A boy who did not know it yet, but he was fated to become Prince, only to then become just a man once more. A boy who was fated to meet the love of his life, and start a family with her. A boy who was fated to be liked by many. A boy who was fated.

 

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First it was her. Isidora. The girl who pulled him from a stall-top and prevented the boy from slipping and falling. He bought her sweets at the fair, even a dress. She was so nice to him. He was so nice to her. A bond formed as quickly as they met, and the two would go on to become almost as inseparable as actual siblings. She had, for the longest time, been his lifeline. Everything he knew, everything he learned, he could trace back to her. Even as war forced a wedge between them, they found each other once more. Their bond remained unbroken. Not even death would shatter it, he told himself. He hoped it held true.

 

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Then, it was Alysanna. Miguel had never known life to be so colorful. He had never known such happiness as the one that coursed through his body whenever she appeared. She was his entire meaning, and he was wholly devoted to her. He had placed his life on the line for her. He had sworn it to her, both in their marriage and in their promises made at the shoreline of the Hyspian beaches. They were fated for each other, more than they could ever know. He became her Prince, and wherever she went, he followed, and vice versa. Everyone knew it. Those two were like two halves of a whole. They completed each other. Till death do us part, was the vow he made. Till death do us part.

She was in his thoughts, in the end. As desperate as he was, as much as pain consumed his whole being, as much as the terror of the encroaching darkness permeated his mind, the thought of her kept him trying to cling onto the strings of life. The pain. The blood. The encroaching darkness. It stung. It hurt. It hurt so much. He wanted her there, by his side. Telling him it was going to be okay, telling him all would be fine. As when he lost his hand, he hoped to rest his head on her lap once more, to push the pain aside and give room for love, for warmth.

 

It was so cold.

 

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He was convinced that Lothar would never truly know the importance he had in Miguel’s life. The Princeling was a brother, and even though Miguel had family of his own, as love drew him farther and farther away from Hyspia, Lothar slowly filled the large boots left in that wake. There were times where Miguel even thought he loved the Princeling past their bond. And he did. More than Miguel would ever admit, he loved the Princeling. He was a brother. He hoped that he was going to be remembered for the good times. He hoped the Prince would not regret not being there for his final moments.

 

It was so cold.

 

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Though things had changed, his family was the most important part of his life. They were his anchors. Antônio, Vanessa, Diolinda… they were like lights at the end of the tunnel. He regretted it. He regretted the words he said, the decisions he took. He regretted missing the wedding of his sisters. He regretted the bitter behavior towards Diolinda. He regretted not being by Antônio’s side. He regretted it all. For how adamantly he told his wife to defend her own family, it was ironic that he fell out with his own. He regretted it.

 

It was so, so cold.

 

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Held by a sobbing Theo, Miguel smiled. His gauntleted hand held onto the sobbing de Lyons, and finally, his final words were uttered. A simple request, one that he was sad he could not do himself, and felt guilty for placing upon the shoulders of his childhood friend.

 

“Tell her I’ll miss her.”

 

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Miguel was undoubtedly the most fun I’ve ever had on LotC and I only have the people that surrounded him to thank for that. I cannot put into words how much the people he met shaped the character he became, and I cannot thank enough these wonderful people for accepting me, for taking me in with open arms, and for loving me as much as they did, and making this character special. This post will be edited later when I’m not crying my eyes out to include Miguel’s ‘final letters’ to specific people. To Coma, Liri, Stal, Montvur, Luka, Tara, Gary and Jas; thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for making me have fun in roleplay again. To Wonderland, Amesti and yuii, thank you for being one of the most fun and wacky families to roleplay in and with.

 

[TaraJess 2848]

"Mama... what's wrong with Papa?" Celina asked. The five year old was held by her weeping mother, the little girl had her arms wrapped around her, whispering into her mother's ear. She did not understand what death was.

 

"Celina... Papa is gone, my love.."

 

"But he is right there Mama...?

 

"Yes, but he's going to be asleep forever.." The woman tried to explain.

Celina stared at the body for a moment, cogs turning in her mind. She pattered into the other room to fetch a throw blanket from one of the sofas, and gently placed it atop her father's body. 

 

"If he is going to sleep, he needs a blanket..."

[Bethinwonderland 2213]

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I didn't really get the chance to rp with Miguel, though I always loved hearing about him. How could this happen?!?

R.I.P King, he shall be missed

 

[__Stal27 2126]

With a gentle outward breath, did the silence of the southern balcony break around Lothar, giving way and revealing a whole host of emotions that continued to fester, loss after loss, what seemed to be gained, was lost elsewhere, much more dearly, simply was he seated, speechless and aloof, whilst one upon a time such emotions were bottled, were not on display, appearing as the man finally MOURNED.

[xDisarray 552]

Aurellius looked over Miguels body as it lay cold on the table of the tavern. He felt a pit of fire burn within him like the forge of a blacksmith. He felt as if it were his fault, he recalls the words of his friend just before the battle which caused his untimely demise. "If anything happens, tell her." The words echoed through his head, remembering his response. "I will make sure nothing happens to you." ... He lied. Even if it weren't meant to be intentional, he lied. He wished he could've fulfilled that promise, protecting Miguel, but he failed. He knows this will affect him the way the other deaths of many friends he considered family have. How many more need to die before Aurellius realizes he is horrible at protecting those he loves? Was it mere coincidence? Was it really his fault? The image of Miguels daughter and wife burned into his skull as they weep over his limp body. He will never know if he can do anything to help them without feeling like it's all his fault, a reminder that he could've done more to prevent this from happening.

[MrMojoMordor 2413]

Bon'Ox can't believe this is the 2nd time he arrived & began his ritual only for the injured to die. 

And the guy he did get to help a few moments later on the same day - got Leprosy from his cursed healing...

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Actually wild this has happened twice to my newly Akezo pacted Shaman. He gave up giving people lung cancer and everything!

 

Edited June 6, 2025 by MrMojoMordor

[comatoseprincess 507]

Alysanna sat with Celina in her arms, staring at the man's body covered by the blanket their daughter so kindly covered him with. She reached underneath it, grabbing his hand, "Rest now, my love.. I'll see you on the other side."

[Lirinya 4021]

Chaos. Utter chaos. She heard the shouts, the cries, the panic. "Are you a healer?"

 

"This man is about to die."

 

What man, she wondered as she took to the halls of the keep. 

 

"It's Miguel," someone said in passing.

 

Her mind went silent, still. "Miguel?" Isidora echoed into the halls which did not listen. They were too busy scrambling to save him, or were they already grieving?

 

 

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He was her soulmate in some scenario. Not the romantic sense, but in the companion one. You see, when they had met in Hyspia at the culture faire, she had been in desperate need of a friend. Balian had provided plenty enough, but she ached to explore, to learn, and to experience. He was all of those things, that boy who thought her a Princess. He had made her so shy when he handed her that dress to the point she had shrunk into the corner of the market out of view.

 

For the longest time as the war raged on and as Miguel and Alysanna began to court, he had made the journey too and fro to visit. Forever keeping in touch, they held onto that bond forged in youth.

 

Till they fell out.

 

She regretted everything, every word said out of frustration and hatred for the hurt the war had caused. He knew that, and he had accepted her apology with open arms and tears. 

 

Then came Lotharia. He and Alys had brought their family, and all seemed to mend in an instant. They were back together again: Miguel, Lothar, Alysanna and Isidora. 

 

All of a sudden, sound returned to her thoughts as Isidora processed the shouts, the chaos. He was dead. Her best friend, her brother, a piece of her heart that she would never recover. 

 

 

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As the charge of the evening settled and Lotharia returned to silence, Isidora retreated to her room atop the keep, to the balcony that overlooked the desert cliffs. 

Her legs swung over the edge as she perched along the wall, and for a split second, she considered the fragility of it all. How quickly it could end and how expected it could be.

 

She sobbed that night.

[SummeryGuy 73]

I think he faked it. . .

[Fawnytheturtle 865]

Silvia didn't understand why everyone was so sad, she never met the man but when she found out he was her uncle she frowns. She didn't really say to much other then hug her mother quietly

 

 

Meanwhile also in the seven skies a woman blinked "Well if it isn't my hermano" Essa spoke softly toward him as she then slightly tilt her head "Welcome I suppose" she shrugs and walked off she didn't seem to thrilled he was there

 

 

[Monty Cobra 921]

"Loyalty is the lifeblood of a Greye."

 

Such were the words that Aurus lived his life by, and such were the words that found Aurus entirely removed from the situation of his dear friend's death. Lost to Aurus were the shouts for medics; lost to Aurus were the anguished cries of loved ones; lost to Aurus was the chance to see his friend one last time.

 

Aurus sat with Einin. Wounded as she was, Aurus remained faithfully by the side of his love. He had vowed to her 'I will never abandon you' and because of this vow, Aurus had chosen to stay in Numendil rather than to return home following the attack of the undead. Theo had ridden to the gates of Numendil. 

 

"Miguel is bleeding out."

 

But Aurus didn't know. He didn't know. So sure the Greye had been that medics were on their way, people were arriving to help Miguel. So sure he had been that Miguel would be alright... just like always. 

 

And so Aurus sat with Einin, unaware of what waited for him when he returned. Unaware that he had already experienced the loss of his dear friend. Miguel, whom Aurus had never for a moment stopped adoring. Miguel, whom had lifted Aurus off his feet as a child and buried him in the sand. Miguel. Miguel. Miguel.

 

And once he found out that he had not been there in Miguel's last moments... how then could Aurus say that it was loyalty that ran through his blood?

[Luka_Rei 66]

Finally alone, in his rather empty home, Theo slid down the wall. His armor scraped against the wood, but he didn't mind the ugly sound.

He could still feel Miguel's hand in his, the grip before it slipped away.

The second son wanted to scream, his lips parted to do so, but all that left was a croaking sob. He was gone, Miguel was really gone.

[jqsmlne 460]

Heavy, was the weight pushing down on her shoulders. Clutching the fabric of her dress above her aching heart, a young girl tried her best to weep.

 

Stripped away from a life she loved.

From her home, 

her title,

and now her father.

 

Young Mirabella tried her best to cry, to feel. But no tears fell from her eyes, nor did a sob escape from her lips. She remained lying in her bed, staring into nothingness.

 

 

 

 

[Amesti 247]

She had thought it a cruel joke when Alysanna had told her. Honestly, Diolinda wouldn't put faking his death past him to get out of her life for good. The way he ignored them and avoided them throughout different points of their lives, it inspired no confidence. Still, it broke her a little to realize Aly wasn't lying. The last time she had seen him had given her a brief glimmer of hope things might one day be better between them and now that wouldn't happen. Their relationship would forever be broken and bitter.

Their last conversation replayed in her mind over and over. She knew what he wanted to hear. She should have just said it. If she had just given up on all the hurt he caused her, maybe she could have gotten a few days where things were okay. She hadn't wanted okay though. She wanted a real relationship with her brother. Not one built on her bottling up her frustration and pretending he hadn't hurt her.

 

That night Diolinda wouldn't be found in Silasia. She would hike out of town until she found a clear, secluded place and when watching the stars could comfort her no longer, she screamed. She screamed till her lungs were sore. Every bit of anger and sadness was poured into her anguished cries. The anger at her brother, at herself, and at the terrible circumstances that had put her here. The sadness at the loss and the eternal state of brokenness.

Once she was done, a few muttered apologies were offered then a few requests. Her eyes closed and she let sleep take her as she enjoyed the feel of the grass and the sounds of nature enveloping her.

[yuiilindaos 158]

Vanessa sighs heavily when the news reached her. Suddenly, tears filled her face.

 

Longing, again, just like she used to. Again, she lost family. Again, it's just her, Dio and Antônio. Again, wasn't new.

But it hurt. Somehow, even feeling forgotten, anger was a way of coping.

 

"No... he's not dead, damn! I swear, he would never... Not again... hah, idiota..."

 

The woman gets up, slowly opening an old box. Inside, books and clothes from her childhood. 

 

"What if... no, i'm a mother now. Aw... at least a wine, would be good... Argh, what i'm thinking?!"

 

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Nav, i'll NEVER regret being insane. I'll never regret suddenly dm you cause i discovered you live in the same land as me.

For sure i've learned a lot, with the whole family. Was an honour to RP with you, silly fights were fun. 

Keep shining, Miguel made history!
 

 

Edited June 7, 2025 by yuiilindaos