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Nataliya’s electric blue gaze watched in utter horror as the boat drifted farther and farther from the only father figure she had growing up. The woman clung onto her child tightly, trying to muster up the courage to speak.”I-” she then paused, attempting not to burst into tears in front of Sigismund. As Nataliya continued to stare out into the endless dark waters, memories began to flood her head. “Alright Kiddo! Take your pick.” Demetrius gestured to the shelves that laid in front of her. A young eager princess began to scan the shelf, pondering at what she should get. After a moment, something caught the child’s gaze, a beautifully handcrafted trident. “That one!” she exclaimed, pointing to the weapon. “Really? You want that? Alright- wait how even old are ye?” he inquired with perplexing look. “I am eight.” she’d fluttered her eyes with innocence. “Eh- old enough for me!” he’d chuckle, passing the child the trident. "Now be careful do niet hurt yourself alright?” he raised a brow in question to his niece. “Da da! I promise!” she’d giggle running off to show her mother the new gift she had just received. As one faded, another came as quickly as it left. ”Can I come!? I want to come fight with you and the HRA!” she exclaimed, balling her hands into fists before punching the air. “Mmmm maybe..” Demetrius pondered. “Demetrius!” Viktoria scolded. “Okay maybe niet.. Sorry little one, however you can join me when you are old enough. And when you become one of the greatest Dame’s that Haense has ever known!” Her Uncle then began to ruffle her dark hair. ”Da da! I will make you proud Uncle!" She saluted before embracing Demetrius in a tight manner. “I love you..” she stated warmly, gazing up to Demetrius with a jolly expression. “I love ye too kiddo.” As Nataliya came but to reality, tears began to stream down her face like a brisk waterfall. “I will never forget you Uncle, spasibo for everything you have done for me… your death will niet be in vain..” she whimpered, embracing her child tightly. After a moment, Petyr wandered up behind Nataliya, embracing her and Sigismund into a loving hug. The pair gazed out once again to the ocean, muttering a few words of thanks to the brave Ruthern.

MC Name:

         doreebear

Character's Name:

         Nataliya Reza

Character's Age:

         25

Character's Race:

         Human

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Air Evocation

Teacher's MC Name:

         platypusmania

Teacher's RP Name:

         Red

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No I don't have any

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes I do!

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, that you may no longer use it in character?

         Yes I am aware of this information

Nataliya Reza smiled as she admired the beautiful drawn birds."Look Sigi, look at the birds. Aren't they darling?" 

Nataliya Reza eyes widened in shock at the news of one of her closest friends and one of the few that accept her for who she was, dying  “OH GODAN!” She cried out, tears filling the woman’s eyes as she wept gently “Out of all the people in her family, why her?!” Nataliya whimpered. 

Nataliya Reza dipped her head in respect. "Another one lost to the masses." 

The once Princess Royal of Haenseti-Ruska, Nataliya, sat in her chair as she watched the court give the assessment for Hektor Stafyr. The young woman then panned to her beloved Aunt Alexandria. "So this is how liberty dies, with thunderous applause..." she then panned back to the crowd cheering for the innocent man to be condemned.

Credit: to the one and only NATHANBARNNET

Nataliya Reza faintly smiled as her sapphire gaze scanned the letter of her grandmother's diary. " She and I were notably similar..."  she stated in a soft tone. The once princess then paused, continuing to read the letter, rocking in an old wooden chair; whilst her child sat calmly on her lap, observing with curiosity.

Nataliya closed the book gently, a small smile grew on the princess’s face, panning down to her now asleep babe. “What a wonderful story right Siggy?” 

                                                      KRUZAE ZWY KONGZEM!

Nataliya Reza sighed as her sapphire eyes scanned the letter, the young woman stood  idle blinking once. ”Roza you are truly one of the bravest women I know.. but please do niet get yourself killed..” she’d mutter to herself. The princess then began to fold the letter, sliding it into her pocket before glancing back to her younger siblings with a smile.

Nataliya Reza grasped the parchment paper gently, her eyes began to scan across the paper before raising both brows. “Please be safe Roza..” she’d mutter to herself before setting the paper down and continuing her work.

i love this toni! such a good idea!

6 hours ago, Xarkly said:

 

“It says ...” Aleks began as his younger brother petitioned him to read it. “ … that the Baruch girl has cooties. And she can’t talk proper.”

Nataliya sighed heavily as she watched her younger brothers mock the poor Baruch girl. “Stop it you two, or I’ll have Isabel bringing me some of that blubber and I’ll force feed the both of you if you do niet behave!” 

is this vegan friendly?

Nataliya Reza pursed her lips as she wandered up to her mirror. The eyes of the princess shot up into her hair, taking grasp a piece of her dark locks.”This needs to be fixed..” she sighed as her gaze shifted back to the mirror. Nataliya gripped the skirt of her dress, lifting it slightly upward, taking notice that the dress has become too small for the growing girl.”this too.” she’d huff, the princess’s eye darted for the dagger her mother gifted her, snatching it, bringing it up to her eye level.”time to meet your match!” the girl stated firmly before cutting away pieces of her hair.

A WILTING FLOWER

Anastasiya Petra Stafyr, c. 1776

The sound of thumping echoed across the empty mountain road. In the distance, Anastasiya Stafyr could be seen running for dear life. Her clothes and hair, slick with perspiration, clung to her skin. The sound of chains, dragging across the roads, rang loudly. Beads of sweat rolled down her face as the beaming sun beat down on the exasperated woman. Her breaths came in short gasps whilst her calves burned as the adrenaline coursed through her veins. She quickened her pace until steps became leaps. 

She could feel her heart throbbing inside her chest, her eyes squinting as she muttered to herself, “Keep going! for Anna! For Sofi, for Rob-.” She paused, Valwyck coming into view in the distance. Her face lit up, her pace quickening as she continued towards her home. “I'm coming! Al-” Her words cut off, one of her binding chains caught in between two rocks, sending her off her feet and bashing her head against a large rock. After a moment, the stunned woman lifted her head, blood trickling down her forehead profusely. She could hear nothing, her ears filled with a constant ringing. As she sat there dazed and confused, several memories flooded through her head.

Ana walked into the grand hall of Valwyck, her eyes panning across the room before resting her gaze upon her older brother. “Emerich! congratulations!” The woman flashed a smile at her kinsman. “I’ve brought you a little wedding gift. Your favorite!” She pulled back a cloth, revealing an exquisite bottle of Carrion Black. Emerich paused, turning to Anastasiya before answering softly. “You were always my favorite.”

As one memory faded, soon another came rushing by. “They're drunk!” Sofiya sighed heavily before shaking her head in disapproval. “They're what?!” Ana then snapped her head toward Alaric with a furrowed brow. “Niet, niet, we are not! I swear!” Alaric shouted as a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. “Neither am I!” Petyr barked before hiding the tin flask in the pocket of his coat.

Anastasiya tilted her head up to the bright clear sky, fluttering her eyes slowly. “Do you, Alaric Stafyr, take Anastasiya Petra Gant to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Alaric then turned to the woman with a smile. “I do.” The elderly priest then turned his gaze to her. “And do you, Anastasiya Gant, take Alaric to be your lawfully wedded husband?”  Ana then fixated her gaze upon Alaric, smiling, “I do.” She then dipped her head, a smile on her face as the priest continued. “You may kiss the bride!” Bishop Benedict announced joyfully, bringing both of his hands upward. Soon a cross bearer came forth, offering the Bishop a tin bucket filled with water, dumping it on the newly wedded couple. 

A new scene replaced the old. The sound of battle cries and swords clashing echoed through the forest. A woman passed by, running as fast as she could through the burnt grass. Anastasiya looked down to the crying baby in her arms, “Shhh, mamej is here little one!” She continued her trek, throwing open the doors over a small hut. “Sofi?! Where is he?” Sofiya looked up from the wooden floor before motioning for the frantic woman to follow. “Here..” She then brought her to the end of the hall, where her bandaged husband laid. Ana let out a sigh of relief before gazing down to the now silent babe. “Look Anna, it's your papej..” She stated gently, pulling a piece of the blanket away from the child's face. Alaric slowly turned, extending his finger out to the babe. “A-Anna.” Anna then looked to her father, offering a faint smile before firmly grasping his finger and cooing. 

Little Petyr looked to the dark bottle his aunt was holding before motioning toward it. “What’s tha’?” Ana held up the bottle to her nephew, displaying it. “This is Carrion Black.” Little Petyr raised a brow, interested by the weird liquid. “Can I ‘ave some?” She shook her head, bringing the bottle to her lips and taking a small swig. “Ah’ want some,” Little Petyr demanded! Anastasiya raised a brow before offering the bottle to her nephew. “Alright, but do niet say I didn’ warn ye, and don’t you dare tell your mamej!” Little Petyr nodded before taking a small sip, the boy's face scrunched up with disgust, and he coughed before dragging his tongue against his sleeve. “Yucky! Why would ye drink this?” Ana’s lips curled into a grin before laughing. “See? I told ye it was gonna be awful!” The woman took the bottle, downing the rest of it. 

The weak woman then brought her hands forward, dragging herself across the scorching stone. Her vision blurred, another memory coming to mind as she continued on. “Mamej! Look at the fishes!” Anna chirped before running toward her mother with excitement. “Da, I see Anna! They are lovely looking aren’t they?” Anastasiya offered her child a faint smile before taking a small sip from the mug she held. “Where is papej?” The small girl rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, eagerly awaiting her mother’s answer. “He’s in a meeting dear, I know you don't get to see him often but it’s his job to protect the city.” Ana then offered her daughter a reassuring smile. After a moment, the woman would extend her arm toward the table, setting down the mug of Carrion Black before drawing near her daughter. “What is that, my dear?” She gestured to the nearby pool. “What? What? Mamej?” The girl lofted a brow in confusion, leaning closer to the water that her mother pointed at. Anastasiya then swiftly submerged her hand into the water, splashing it in Anna’s direction. “That!” Anna burst into laughter as her mother splashed water in her direction. “Niet! Take that!” The little girl retaliated, bringing her hand around and splashing water at her mother. Anastasiya continued to laugh gently. “You’re going to regret tha’ little one.” She kicked her slippers off, dipped her foot in the water, and sent a large wave of pond water at Anna.

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“Auntie Ana-sya!” Robert darted toward Ana’s direction with open arms. “Robert! How are you dear?!” The woman beamed with joy as she lifted up her small nephew, spinning him around. Isabel clapped her hands together excitedly. “My turn! My turn!” Ana turned to her niece, setting Robert down before picking up Isabel and swinging her around. “Upsie Daisy!” Isabel burst with laughter as she was spun around. “Auntie Ana look! It’s a cat!” Kamila raised both arms, holding a rather rotund raccoon. “‘is name is ‘enry!” Anastasiya set down Isabel before taking a hold of the fat raccoon and flipping it on its back. “Kammy, this is a girl racc- i mean cat..”

Anastasiya laid solemnly on the pavement as her strength began to fade. Her dark sapphire eyes slowly fluttered open as she gazed into the bright cloudless sky. As she continued to lay there motionlessly, a figure wandered up the road, pausing to look down at her. There stood Emerich, kneeling down quickly to lift his sister from the ground. Ana gazed up to her brother, offering him a weak smile. “E-Emerich.” The woman’s breathing grew shallow; she knew that it was the end, and she brought her hand to her brother’s cheek. “Take care of her..” Her lips parted, but she could not find the right words. There was so much to say yet so little time. “I-I’m so sorry..” As she uttered her last words, the life drained from her body. Her chest lay still, no flicker of life or her usual innocence remained in her bosom, a surefire sign that she was dead. Emerich embraced his sister, clenching his fists tightly as he grit his teeth with great anger, He let out a great roar of anger, his howl echoing through the mountains. A small child soon came running up the hill. “Papej! Wh-” The boy fell silent as he saw what lay in his father’s arms. “Auntie Ana?!” He shrieked in disbelief. “Go to your mamej! Now!” the distraught Gant demanded! Tears welled from deep inside and coursed down Robert’s cheeks. “Mamej! Mamej!” The small boy cried out in panic, darting back to Valwyck as fast as his weary legs could carry him. 

REQUIESCAT IN PACE

Anastasiya Petra Stafyr

1745 - 1776

”to suffer is to truly live.”

Anastasiya Gant frowned as she gazed down from the seven skies, watching Sofiya’s lifeless body drift across the shore “That Bastard..she deserved so much more..” the woman then folded her arms before taking a deep breath.”At least she is happier now..” she then paused.”Lord have mercy on those children..hopefully one of them does niet join her..”Ana muttered with a small shake of her head before wandered away. Soon a small smile formed on her delicate face before extending her arms outward. “Sofiya! It’s lovely to see you again..I told you, you were going to out live me!” the young woman chortled.”Come come! let me show you a special spot! it’s mine and Alaric’s favorite spot to watch the children play!” Anastasiya then motioned Sofiya to follow, the two then exchanged several laughs as they faded away slowly into the unknown.

Nataliya tilted her head in confusion staring at the portrait of her mother. ”Why does mamej have legs on her he- nevermind, lovely drawing Josef.” 

As Nataliya sprinted into the city she panned every which way in an attempt to find her parents "mamej! Papej! where are you?!" the young girl panicked before fixating her gaze
on her mother, darting toward her as fast as she could. the small princess began to sob fervently, wrapping her arms around her mother. "Mamej! AUNTIE- LYA- WATER- GONE!" 
"what?" her mother inquired with great confusion "Auntie! COME!" Nattie hastily took grasp of her mother's hand, leading her to where her fallen Aunt waded in the large lake
"Oh no.. Nataliya! go get papej!" Viktoria stated firmly before submerging herself in the lake. the distressed princess scuttled back to the city, mortified and exhausted she 
burst into the palace. "Auntie!- Auntie GONE!"she cried before ushering her father to the clinic. There laid the lifeless Princess, covered in a white sheet, the room fell 
silent, Nataliya began to weep silently. "I-I never got to say good bye! i should niet of ran off to get a cookie!" she cried, turning to her father, embracing the distraught
King... Several days passed the Princess wouldn't leave the castle, locking herself up in her room with only Bruno to comfort her. A small knock would emit from the door. 
"go away please.." she answered softly, after a moment of silence another knock would emit from her chamber door. Nataliya begrudgingly moved from her bed, drawing near to her
door opening it. There stood Princess Alexandria. "Your Auntie wanted you to have this.." she then extended his arms outward, revealing a black beret, with gold detailing. the princess hesitantly
to grasp of the beret, looking up to the woman with watery eyes. "Thank You..." she then slowly shut the door behind her, laying the hat on her wooden desk before wandering to her
bed once more, sitting down as she continuously stared at the beret. Her bottom lip stuck out as it began to quiver. "Y-you were my favorite.." she answered in a meek whisper
before falling back onto her bed as tears began to stream down her cheeks mercilessly. "Auntie Amelya."

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Green Simple: 2k

Adryana sat upon her comfortable bed as a great tremor took her over, She could hold the heartbreak no longer and she fell to the floor in a disheveled heap as her grief poured out in a flood of uncontrollable tears. “Niet! Niet! this is must be false spread of information!” she cried out. Adry then fixated her gaze upon the cobbled walled, there, hung a beaten up wooden sword, with several dent marks upon it’s timber blade. “h-he never got to watch me train...and I-i never got to say good bye.” the distraught young girl attempt to fight back tears, however a great sob escaped her, and she covered her face with shaking hands. After a moment of sorrow, Adry looked to the insalubrious baton, and in a fit of rage, took grasp of the weapon, and swung it against the bark column that stood in her chambers, shattering it, shards flying like arrows on a battle field all across her room, as one struck her red hued cheek. Adry fell to her knees, continuing to grieve fervently, a mixture of blood and tears began to stream off her cheek, dripping on the floor. the grieving child stood up from the tarnished floor, taking a deep breath.” I-“ before she could finish her sentence, a small chocolate cookie caught her gaze, that sat on top of her dress, about a days old.”Those were his favorite...”she’d muttered softly, soon a faint smile soon formed on Adryana’s face, remembering joyful memories of her treasured uncle

”I wish i was as loved as queen Maya and the rest of my cousins.” Adryana frowned as she gazed down upon the large crowd “Adry.” Otto stated quietly “ Just because you or niet a princess or a queen, does niet mean you aren’t loved..Lya loves you, Alex and Ana love you aswell, do niet forget Maya she loves you too, if she did niet, why does she treat you like her own? even your Uncle Godfric and I love you. Child you must remember that people love you for who you are, not what you are.” Adryana then shook her head, snapping out of the daydream before looking around her room before taking a deep breath. “I will niet let you down uncle, I will niet my cousins down...or anyways else.”she gave a firm nod before striding out of her chambers, closing the door behind her.

Night had fallen fast upon the land, frost grew over the windows as the frigid night went on. Margueritte watched the ice crystals grow for a while, allowing her brain to be empty with nothingness. An insistent knocking begun abruptly on her manor door, at this  the woman jumped at this thunderous ruckus, she then leapt to her feet, scurrying over to the door to answer it. She then paused for a moment, eyeing her sword in the corner of the room, swiftly grabbing the long sword, readying to strike an attacker at this hour. Throwing the door open as she brought her sword up, reading to strike down before realizing it was only a mere messenger..Margueritte’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “ My sincerest apologies sir.” She then extended her soft hand to pluck the beige envelope from the messenger’s hands. “For your troubles.” The woman then slipped the messenger some mina, before closing the door. Margueritte then tore the envelope open without mercy. Her eyes then scanned across the letter, reading it. The bright lass went pale... as if she saw a dead man walking. “My God...”She gasped as she reached for her cloak, clutching it as she swung her dark wood door open, before slamming it shut behind her. Margueritte sprinted off into the night hoping to make it in time...

Rp name: Margueritte Ironwood 

username: adoreeblebear 

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