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♪♪♪ AN OFFICIAL PUBLICATION FROM A JOINT STUDY WITH THE OFFICE OF THE ALCHEMIST; THE INTRODUCTION TO CELESTIAL BOTANY ISSUED BY THE ON THIS 10TH DAY OF GRONNA AG DROBA OF 489 E.S. ✧──────────────⊱🜂⊰──────────────✧ ince the dawn of human civilization, the cosmos and celestial bodies have captivated the imagination and wonder of people across cultures and ages. The luminous stars, distant titans, and enigmatic constellations have not only served as a source of inspiration but have also influenced various aspects of life on our lands, including the very make up of botany. Observing the heavens has been an essential practice for both astronomers and alchemists, as they have sought to unravel the mysteries of our realm and understand its profound impact on the natural world. In this age of exploration and enlightenment, two ancient practices have converged to deepen our understanding of the interconnectedness between the heavens and the land: the Office of the Astronomer and the Office of the Alchemist. Our scholars, previously independent in their pursuits, have found common ground in exploring how celestial phenomena influence botanical life, and how the constellations of the Haeseti Pantheon and alchemical symbols are intertwined. The Court Astronomer has long been dedicated to studying the cosmos, mapping the stars, and deciphering the movements of celestial bodies. Herself and her team of astronomers have noted the profound impact of cosmic events, such as solar and lunar eclipses, meteor showers, and planetary alignments, on the land’s climate and vegetation. For decades, they have observed how the changing positions of stars and planets affect the seasons, crop growth, and the behaviour of animals, all of which are integral to botany. On the other hand, the Court Alchemist has focused on understanding the essence of matter and its transformation through alchemical processes. Herself and her team of alchemists have sought to unlock the secrets of nature and its connection to the celestial realm. In their search for the knowledge, they have explored the symbolic language of alchemical texts, which often draw inspiration from celestial motifs, including the seven main constellations of the Haeseti Pantheon. The Haeseti Pantheon, newly reformed and revered by the people of the land, consists of seven principal constellations, often simply referred to as The Celestial Seven, each representing a unique aspect of life and nature. From the majestic Queen, symbolising selflessness and leadership, to the graceful Wind, representing the abundance of flora, these constellations have long been associated with specific plants and their growth patterns. The Office of the Astronomer and the Office of the Alchemist have discovered that these constellations' positions and movements align with seasonal changes, affecting the germination, growth, and fruition of certain plants. Through their collaboration, the Office of the Astronomer and the Office of the Alchemist have revealed the interconnectedness between the celestial and terrestrial realms. They have shown that the cosmic dance of stars and planets profoundly influences the lands they shine down upon, shaping the growth and properties of botanical life. This shared understanding has led to the emergence of a new field of study known as "Celestial Botany." Celestial Botany is an ever-evolving discipline that continues to deepen our appreciation for the cosmos and its influence on the natural world. As astronomers and alchemists continue to collaborate and explore the ties between the Celestial Seven of the Haeseti Pantheon and the groupings of alchemical symbols, they uncover more profound insights into the mysteries of botany and its intimate connection to the stars above. Together, they forge a path towards a greater understanding of the universe and its impact on life on Aevos. his study features key excerpts from the Lady Alchemy’s Ars Fragmenti: The Art of Symbols with further elaboration done by the Lady Astronomy. ✧──────────────⊱🜂⊰──────────────✧ I Graph by the Lady Alchemy, 485 E.S. n the realm of ancient wisdom, the stars have always been a source of inspiration and fascination. Alchemy, an esoteric practice that sought to transform base elements into pure substances, found connections with the cosmos and its constellations. According to the studies conducted by the Ladies Astronomy and Alchemy, the Celestial Seven were believed to yield different properties that aligned with alchemical symbols. These groupings, as outlined in the Lady Alchemy’s graph, unveiled profound insights into the mystical world. ✧⊱🜂⊰✧ The following is an excerpt from the Lady Alchemy’s Ars Fragmenti: The Art of Symbols: If we are to categorise the un-categoriseable, we must first determine the categories into which we are sorting things. In the context of the Symbols, we will make use of one category pertaining to the outer nature of the Symbol-Pair (henceforth referred to as a ‘Pair’), and one category pertaining to the inner nature of the Pair. For the sake of clarity however, we will begin by establishing a list of the 19 known Pairs. They are as follows: 1) SUN AND MOON: The first category, the external, describes whether the effect of the Pair is active or passive. These have been ascribed to the Sun and the Moon respectively, honouring their differing roles in the lives of Man. Sun-aligned Pairs can be associated with masculine energies, active effects, and the metals Gold, representing power and wealth, and Iron, representing strength and tenacity. Moon-aligned Pairs are associated with feminine energies, passive effects, and the metals Silver, representing intuition and wisdom, and Copper, representing desire and prosperity. There are also three Pairs that fall between, beyond, or outside of this first category, due to their all-encompassing natures. These Pairs are associated with the Stars, though their broad natures lead to little definite meaning to ascribe to this category. The☉Sun-aligned Pairs are: Balance–Instability Burning–Freezing Connection–Separation Courage–Fear Endurance–Curtailment Peace–Rage Strength–Weakness Swiftness–Slowness The ☽ Moon-aligned Pairs are: Agility–Impediment Clarity–Blindness Grace–Rigidity Growth–Reduction Heat–Coldness Purity–Poison Sound–Silence Vigour–Lethargy 2) EMOTIONAL AND MATERIAL: The second category, the internal, determines whether the Pair acts on the Emotional Sphere or the Material Sphere. This stands largely as guidance for the Alchemist in the creation of a potion, and bears minimal symbolism or meaning of its own. For example, an Alchemist wishing to halt movement may use the Material Slowness or Curtailment, but an Alchemist wishing to halt thought may use the Emotional Blindness or Silence. These distinctions are imperfect, however, and should not be taken as absolute, concrete fact. Above all, it is the Alchemist’s intentions that determine what her inventions achieve, not the materials she puts into them. The Emotional Pairs are: Balance–Instability Clarity–Blindness Connection–Separation Courage–Fear Heat–Coldness Peace–Rage Purity–Poison Sound–Silence The Material Pairs are: Agility–Impediment Burning–Freezing Endurance–Curtailment Grace–Rigidity Growth–Reduction Strength–Weakness Swiftness–Slowness Vigour–Lethargy 3) TRIA PRIMA The three Pairs not listed here are the same as the ♃ Star-aligned Pairs described above, those being: Life–Death Light–Dark Order–Chaos These Pairs are too broad in nature to fall under any specific category. Although Order–Chaos may be considered Emotional, and Light–Dark Material, Life–Death is all-encompassing. These three Symbols are tied to the Tria Prima, a set of substances once believed by ancient Alchemists to be the materials with which the Creator formed the world. The Tria Prima, and their associated Pairs, encapsulate the following: 🜔 Salt | Light–Dark The essence of all things. Purification, crystallisation. The body; physicality, flesh. The Material. 🜍 Sulphur | Order–Chaos Consciousness, thought. The soul, the spirit of life. Evaporation, dissolution. The Emotional. ☿ Cinnabar | Life–Death Also called Mercury. Change in state; between solid and liquid, between life and death, between body and soul. The spirit of the Alchemist. ✧⊱🜂⊰✧ II he following will be the Celestial Seven and their categorization following their Symbol-Pairs. I | THE MOON ☽ 🜔 Grace–Rigidity Growth–Reduction Light–Dark II | THE QUEEN ☉🜍 Endurance–Curtailment Clarity–Blindness Order–Chaos III | THE COMET ☽ 🜍 Agility–Impediment Vigour–Lethargy Order–Chaos IV | THE WIND ☉☿ Strength–Weakness Connection–Separation Life–Death V | THE WANDERER ☽ 🜍 Sound–Silence Grace–Rigidity Order–Chaos VI | THE HERO ☉☿ Burning–Freezing Courage–Fear Life–Death VII | THE SEA ☽ 🜔 Heat–Coldness Grace–Rigidity Light–Dark ✧──────────────⊱🜂⊰──────────────✧ Her Royal Highness, PRINCESS MISCHA FLORENTINA, Princess of Hanseti-Ruska, Duchess of Greywyn, Countess of Florentine, Court Astronomer Her Ladyship, MANON YVAINE GODUNOV, Court Alchemist of Hanseti-Ruska Her Royal Majesty, AMAYA OF VENZIA, Queen-Consort of Hanseti and Ruska, Princess-Consort of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Solvesborg, Slesvik and Ulgaard, Duchess-Consort of Carnatia and Vanaheim, Margravine-Consort of Korstadt, Rothswald, and Vasiland, Countess-Consort of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Torun, Toruv, Valdev, and Werdenburg, Viscountess-Consort of Varna, Baroness-Consort of Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, Rytsburg, Thurant, Venzia and Astfield, Lady of the Westfolk, et cetera His Excellency, FABIAN OTTO D’ARKENT-KORTREVICH, Grand Lord of Hanseti-Ruska

♪♪♪ AN OFFICIAL PUBLICATION FROM A CALL TO ACTION; RECRUITMENT ISSUED BY THE ON THIS 10TH DAY OF GRONNA AG DROBA OF 489 E.S. ✧──────────────⊱🜂⊰──────────────✧ t is with great honour and responsibility that I carry out my duties as the Court Astronomer, and I am committed to upholding the traditions of astronomical excellence within our kingdom. As we strive to deepen our understanding of the celestial realm and its profound influence on our lives, I recognize the need for a talented and dedicated team to support our endeavours. I am seeking a young, aspiring individual who shows a keen interest in the stars, titans, and the broader cosmos. The selected ward will have the unique opportunity to learn under the guidance of the Court Astronomer and engage in practical observations, calculations, and research. This apprenticeship will not only offer a comprehensive understanding of astronomy but also foster a deeper connection with the wonders of the universe. Furthermore, I am also searching for qualified individuals to join my office as scholars. These individuals should possess a strong background in astronomy, mathematics, or related fields, or be willing to delve into these fields. Their responsibilities will encompass assisting in complex astronomical calculations, recording observations, maintaining instruments, and supporting the overall functioning of the Court Astronomer's office. The Court of the Esrova Prikaz has been a patron of science and intellectual pursuits, and I believe that a proficient and dedicated team will undoubtedly contribute to furthering our understanding of the cosmos and its mysteries. If you know of any potential candidates for the position of wards or assistants, I kindly request that you share their names and contact information with me. Additionally, I would be grateful if you could circulate the job openings within your esteemed circles and encourage qualified candidates to apply. All are welcome, regardless of origin. Please do not hesitate to contact me if you require any additional information or have any queries regarding this request. I am looking forward to your kind support in this endeavour to assemble a team of passionate and talented individuals to serve the Office of the Astronomer. Thank you for your time and consideration. ✧──────────────⊱🜂⊰──────────────✧ Her Royal Highness, PRINCESS MISCHA FLORENTINA, Princess of Hanseti-Ruska, Duchess of Greywyn, Countess of Florentine, Court Astronomer of Hanseti-Ruska Her Royal Majesty, AMAYA OF VENZIA, Queen-Consort of Hanseti and Ruska, Princess-Consort of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Solvesborg, Slesvik and Ulgaard, Duchess-Consort of Carnatia and Vanaheim, Margravine-Consort of Korstadt, Rothswald, and Vasiland, Countess-Consort of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Torun, Toruv, Valdev, and Werdenburg, Viscountess-Consort of Varna, Baroness-Consort of Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, Rytsburg, Thurant, Venzia and Astfield, Lady of the Westfolk, et cetera His Excellency, FABIAN OTTO D’ARKENT-KORTREVICH, Grand Lord of Hanseti-Ruska

♪♪♪ THE OFFICIAL REFORMATION OF ISSUED BY THE ON THIS 16TH DAY OF VZMEY AG HYNK OF 489 E.S. ✧──────────────⊱🜂⊰──────────────✧ he Great Migration to Aevos heralded a momentous shift in our perception of the cosmos, unraveling hidden celestial wonders and concealing familiar constellations, leading to the transformation of the Haeseni Zodiac. This cosmic revelation had a profound impact on the Haeseni Horoscope, altering its symbolism, interpretations, and cultural significance. Amid this celestial revelation, some familiar constellations of the Haeseni Zodiac appeared altered or even absent from the night sky of Aevos. The shift in perspective and the planet's position in the cosmos played a part in this transformation. These changes stirred both curiosity and nostalgia among my fellow astronomers, as we grappled with the fading presence of once-beloved constellations. However, as we embraced the celestial wonders that adorned our new home, we realized that the cosmos had a profound way of guiding us toward the future while honoring our past. The interplay between the Sigmundic Calendar and the new constellations could not be denied. The cosmic dance of stars seemed to be in harmony with the rhythm of time, infusing the Haeseni Zodiac with a fresh energy and resonance. My team of astrologers and scholars took on the task of decoding these celestial messages, forging a deeper connection between the movements of the stars and the lives of the Haeseni people. ✧──────────────⊱🜂⊰──────────────✧ I Nikul, the Silver Moon | Wzuvar ag Byvca A depiction of The Moon. ikul, revered as the MOON and celebrated as the benevolent savior of mortals, faced the heart-wrenching burden of standing against both his own father and son to safeguard humanity, ultimately leading to his own demise. Among the esteemed gods of the Dulonians, Nikul, together with his mother, held a position of great prominence, inspiring numerous festivals and rituals in his honor, especially during the sacred season of winter. Those born under his sign are known for their jovial and overall content nature, aiming to please those around them, but are hard to think for themselves and easily manipulated. Ally of none Rival of none ✧⊱🜂⊰✧ II Morrighein, Lady of the Moon | Jula ag Piov A depiction of The Queen. orrighein, the MYTHICAL QUEEN of the HINTERLANDS, who waged a fifty-year war against the vile Mali’Dun and led another fifty-year golden age. When her son was captured in battle by her elven enemies, she offered herself in sacrifice for his life. Those born under her sign are traditionally held as leaders, altruistic and selfless to an extreme, and rarely carrying the same regard to their own health and wellbeing. Ally of The Wanderer Rival of none ✧⊱🜂⊰✧ III Ybis, the God of Courage and the Black Comet | Vzmey ag Hynk A depiction of The Comet. nce known as the GOD OF COURAGE and the BLACK COMET, Ybis suffered a fateful descent to earth, orchestrated by his own great-grandfather Garmund, ultimately taking on the moniker of the FALLEN COMET. Before his downfall, Ybis held a revered position as the patron deity of soldiers and warriors, who sought his divine intervention for bravery and resolute determination in the midst of combat. Yet, in the aftermath of his fall, he transformed into an 'anti-god' figure, standing in stark opposition to the primary pantheon, consumed with a malevolent purpose to bring about their destruction and seize their rightful place. Those born under his sign are known for their ruthless and stubborn nature. It is not often that one born under The Comet will relinquish any of their beliefs or duties until it is seen through—for better or for worse. Ally of The Hero Rival of The Sea ✧⊱🜂⊰✧ IV Kostana, the Southern Wind | Gronna ag Droba A depiction of The Wind. ostana, known as the SOUTHERN WIND, held a prominent position among the seven main Asserandz deities, where she shared divine status with her Nikirandz sister, Jardani, as one of the two wind goddesses. While Jardani's domaine lay in the frigid winter months, commanding snow and frost, it was Kostana's realm to herald the advent of spring rains and summer heat. With a resounding trumpet call, she joyously announced the arrival of summer, and it was believed that the echoes of her horn could be heard during the onset of the warm spring season. Those born under her sign tend to exude beauty, captivate attention, display vanity, and be outspoken. Some of the most prominent religious and political figures are said to hail their confidence from being born under the blessing of Kostana. Ally of none Rival of The Hero ✧⊱🜂⊰✧ V Haruthrow, the Minstrel-Wanderer | Tov ag Yermey A depiction of The Wanderer. aruthrow, known as the MINSTREL-WANDERER, held a significant position among the major seven Asserandz deities until he was ensnared within the enchanting Vzihenni tree and supplanted by his captor, Mhizdelt. Following Ybis' defeat, the demi-god Joren liberated him from his arboreal prison, and in gratitude, Haruhtrow bestowed upon Joren the magickal flute of Harunyllaes to woo Lady Tara. His patronage extended to breweries, inns, and similar establishments, and it was customary to invoke prayers for Haruhtrow at the commencement of celebrations or gatherings, seeking joyous and mirthful occasions. Those born under his sign tend to possess a remarkable blend of creativity, fostering amicable relationships, and consistently inspiring those around them with their innovative ideas and charismatic presence. Ally of The Queen Rival of none ✧⊱🜂⊰✧ VI Odrin, The Hero of Man | Msitza ag Dargund A depiction of The Hero. drin, widely hailed as the HERO OF MAN, proudly carried the lineage of Goswin and held the esteemed position of being the nephew of both Joren and Harren. He skillfully eluded Harren's treacherous clutches, who had imprisoned Joren, and courageously faced his own father, Goswin, in a fateful duel, leading to his father's unfortunate demise. Evading the clutches of Tara's court, Odrin gathered a formidable army. With the gods' blessings, his army valiantly engaged Harren's forces in a decisive open field battle, achieving a resounding victory over his uncle. Yet, despite the divinities' reluctance, Odrin ultimately took matters into his own hands, slaying Harren with his own sword. Those born under his sign tend to exhibit a mix of traits, often characterized by their occasional foolishness and hastiness, yet tempered with unwavering bravery in the face of challenges. Ally of The Comet Rival of The Wind ✧⊱🜂⊰✧ VII Pisktro, The Queen of the Sea | Joma ag Umund A depiction of The Sea. isktro, the revered QUEEN OF THE SEA, stands as one of the primary Nikirandz goddesses, emerging from the aftermath of Nikul's sacrifice during the Ybis' uprising. Within her majestic sea palace, she reigns over the vast oceans, wielding authority over the myriad schools of fish and aquatic beings, all recognizing her as their sovereign and ruler. Among sailors and fishermen, Pisktro enjoys immense popularity, as they offer sacrifices in hopes of receiving her favor, granting them tranquil waters and bountiful catches during their voyages at sea. Individuals born under her sign are often characterized by their serene composure and remarkable wisdom, gracefully navigating through life's challenges with a tranquil demeanor and insightful discernment. Ally of The Wanderer Rival of The Comet ✧──────────────⊱🜂⊰──────────────✧ Her Royal Majesty, AMAYA OF VENZIA, Queen-Consort of Hanseti and Ruska, Princess-Consort of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Solvesborg, Slesvik and Ulgaard, Duchess-Consort of Carnatia and Vanaheim, Margravine-Consort of Korstadt, Rothswald, and Vasiland, Countess-Consort of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Torun, Toruv, Valdev, and Werdenburg, Viscountess-Consort of Varna, Baroness-Consort of Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, Rytsburg, Thurant, Venzia and Astfield, Lady of the Westfolk, et cetera His Excellency, FABIAN OTTO D’ARKENT-KORTREVICH, Grand Lord of Hanseti-Ruska Her Royal Highness, PRINCESS MISCHA FLORENTINA, Princess of Hanseti-Ruska, Duchess of Greywyn, Countess of Florentine, Court Astronomer

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Mischa Florentina, devout follower and prophet of the Great Sage, equal to Mani, cannot help but feel heart-broken after hearing about the gut wretching news regarding the oppression of her fellow followers.

[Yuri Hill] This is NOT PUBLIC knowledge. Please refrain from metagaming. ______________________________________________ THE ACCIDENT Nothing could draw Mischa away from the thick, northern woodlands. Not her mother’s words, her mentors, nor the blood of men painting the forest paths. Recent months had been hard on the young woman. All she wished for was a moment of peace, and she found her solace beside the lake of Old Dobrov, so there she went. Vladrik was waiting there, her dearest friend. He looked different under the black sky; Vladrik was trembling, eyes throbbing with something primal. Her brave Vladrik, afraid? She came to him, wanting to give the comfort of company. “Vlad,” she spoke, lowering her lantern. She was answered, but it was not his voice she heard. An eerily delicate whisper that sounded all too dreadfully familiar, a voice that made her tremble too. “The traitor should have never come back.” It was as if she was behind her. Predator to prey. The lantern fell from Mischa’s hand, crashing to the ground. A cold, heartless breeze pierced her pale skin, parting the leaves above and killing any flames the lantern would have spread. The shadows of the branches grew like sable tendrils and nature‘s songs were hushed. Vladrik pulled Mischa deeper into the woods, across the Dobrovi lake to join two others. Gaunt men perched on the hill, like gargoyles in highborn clothes. There was a regal air about these strangers, yet they looked like they belonged in this dirty, forgotten place. There they stood, silent, waiting for something. Mischa cowered within Vladrik’s tight embrace. With every crack of a branch, every rustle of a leaf, Mischa shook more — sinking deeper into his arms, as if she could escape through a door in his heart. The unnatural cold bit away at any remnants of hope that lingered within the usually sprightly girl. She knew. The tree line ahead of the group rustles and heavy steps strike the earth, growing louder and louder. Then there was nothing. No crunching leaves, no whipping branches. A shadow crept overhead. There was nothing to be done when Mischa felt something wrap around her stomach. No one saw it at first, the gnarled branch-like fingers squeezing the life from her. Vladrik was the first to notice, but the young man’s strength couldn’t compare to what had taken hold of her. She was lifted with ease, the Forest Spirit bringing Mischa high into the air. The Lesanov could not fight, would that she could, its grip only tightened. Mischa understood what she had done. Mischa understood why she was upset with her. This is my fault. I deserve this. I should have listened. Bones began to snap. It grew hard to breathe. Below, the men tried to convince the being for mercy. ────────────── VLADRIK The young man saw the beast pull his friend from his fingers. He felt weak, hopeless, but he fought and fought. Vladrik pleaded. “Nie! Nie. . please!” “Vy can have eam, please!” . . . “Please! Take EAM!” “Ea'll get vyr children!” He howled, tears streaming down his cold cheeks. “I swear it!” ────────────── KAZIMIR One of the men on the hill, and an acquaintance of Mischa. He was shaken as he watched. The panic that overcame him drove him to speak, to say anything. “Th-This girl speaks of the ‘Forest Mother’ . . . highly!” Rapid words fell from the Raev, petrified mere seconds before, but fear was a mighty thing. “If there are any who have trespassed against thee or your lands, t'is us. Her presence could only have been to warn against our stupidity, to turn us away.” “She aids you greatly, does she not!?” He asked, sharing a swift glance with Vladrik. “Tools b-blunt, but one can sharpen an axe anew. . .” “It seems little sense t-to simply toss away w-what has taken so long to make. . .” Kazimir’s teeth chatter. “Vladrik offers himself to y-your roster, just as the girl h-has. . . As do I.” “Your influence s-swelled already — greater your power and reach can be!” At the end of his attempt at reason, Kazimir’s breath struggled to catch up. ────────────── AVRAM Opposed to the other two, Avram took the offensive. He readied his arm with sorcery unknown, fog seeps from his fingers — a mist the beast was familiar with. Avram whispered a phrase only heard by the Forest Spirit, and the Forest Spirit returned a whisper. “Is that so?” “Do not be rash, Carrion bastard, it will not end well for you.” “W. . . Wouldn't it anyway?” He said back at the beast, even after his one strike had fallen apart. “You tell me one thing, then another. . . I see you for what you are.” “Close enough, Barrow.” _____________________________________________ The beast did not give him the reply he wanted. It continued to drain the life from the woman, Mischa now limp within its grasp. Blood seeped from her eyes, nose, and mouth. Vladrik couldn’t hold himself any longer, he had to do something. His aurum dagger hissed free of its sheath as he ran forth, swinging at the being’s form. His efforts proved futile as his dagger bounced off the bark with little to show for it. Vladrik then discarded the dagger, opting for the hanging axe on his back, slipping it free and raising it high. He swings, trying to hook the arm that possessed Mischa. The towering beast raised its arm beyond Vladrik’s reach, pulling Mischa away. Its other hand went to swat him away like a fly, enough strength to launch the poor boy into the lake. It released Mischa, her shattered frame falling from a nauseating height, and her landing heralded by the cracks of the few bones that had remained intact. The woman was still, skin grey, nearly transparent. The outline of her bones was prominent beneath her flesh. Little life remained within. With the little strength she had, her arm reached out and called a single name. “Vl-. . ad.” “Alive, are you?” The Forest Spirit hissed. The creature drew forth, pressing a foot of clawed branches down on her waist until a snap brought her to silence. From the lake’s bend, Vladrik staggered back. The crumbled armour was heavy on his ruined leg, so he crawled. The moment he caught sight of what was left of his dear Mischa, anguished screams of pain poured out as he dragged himself closer. “Get out of the way!” Vladrik said, stopping at Mischa’s side. The squire sobs, pleading, “P-Please Mischa. . . Mischa. Oh, mea Godan! Why was she here!” “We . . . cannot leave her here,” murmured Avram. “I'll use her if she remains.” His words struck a chord with Vladrik. “Don't touch her!” He moved to lift the body, crying the longer he looked at her; how delicate she looked with her head dangling off his elbow. “What am ea gonna do!” _____________________________________________ By the grace of something, Mischa endured. Avram and Kazimir carried the injured pair back home, leaving them to rest. For the weeks to come, Mischa remained in Vladrik’s care, who helped the nurses however he could. It pained Mischa to move, to breathe. Walking was now impossible. There was nothing left for her. Vladrik tried his best to grant Mischa some hope and happiness, and for a time it worked. Mischa asked a nurse to aid in writing a letter and sent it off. _____________________________________________ [William Adolphe Bouguereaul] This is NOT PUBLIC knowledge. Please refrain from metagaming. ______________________________________________ THE FIGHT Exactly one month after the accident, Mischa found herself laying beside Vladrik in his quarters; he was sound asleep. Every wheezy gasp aligned with the ticks of the clock on a shelf opposite the bed. Tick. . . “Breath in” Tock. . “Breath out” Tick. . . “Breath in.” Tock. . “Breath out” Tick. . . “Breath in.” Tock. . “Breath out” That last breath ended with coughs apt to tear one’s chest in two. Vladrik moved, rolling over. It had not woken him. Mischa pushed herself up by her bruised elbows, carefully peeling off the satin sheets. A seat fit with wheels sat beside the bed. Mischa snuck away, seeking solitude. She aimlessly wandered the long halls of Jerovitz. “Lady Lesanov! Lady Lesanov!” Mischa turned her cheek, offering a small smile at the handmaiden. “Vy should really stay in bed,” the nurse urged, shaking her head as she took a hold of the chair’s handles. Mischa lowered her head, nodding as she quietly tapped a sickly finger upon the armrest. “I know,” she whispered in return. “I jus’ needed some air, Miss Theodosya” “Very well, then.” Mischa did not speak as the nurse wheeled her through the corridor, past a lavishly decorated living room, and out the doors. “The garden, Lady Lesanov.” She spent hours well into the night seated against a maple tree, watching the horizon lined by the moon’s pale shine. Everything is so quiet, she thought. Birds flew from one branch to another as bears roamed the grasses beneath. A painting. Mischa wanted nothing more than peace. She didn’t want to feel pain or to depend on a rickety chair. She wanted to fly, so she opened an old book and read. The encroaching trot of hooves striking gravel grew louder, disturbing the little painting in her head. A knight, Vladrik’s father, a merchant. Mischa thought of who the unwanted visitor could be, and whom to call to be rid of them. Only to her surprise, she was happy. “Mischa,” Nikolas called, a slow approach. She shied a small smile, but the prince did not return the gesture. Instead, his rigid face softened. Nikolas brought himself before the injured girl with a sack at his side. He had asked what happened, she replied with a short: “It was an accident.” — “A mistake. . . she didn' mean it, I know. She was jus' mad.” Nikolas was quick to understand and quick to change the subject. The two were close, often found leaning on each other during trying times, and it was Mischa’s turn to be held. Nikolas offered gift upon gift, seeking to help the girl the only way he knew. He then sat, and they spoke. For the first time in an entire month, she wasn’t seen as someone who needed more tea or bandaids, or someone who was better off in bed, or someone who shouldn’t be out smoking in the night. He saw her as her; Mischa, his friend. And she couldn’t have been happier. Silence filled the cold morning air as the two enjoyed a rosemary cigarette. “Mischa, come back to bed?” It was Vladrik, bearing a pensive glare smeared in disappointment, nailed against the two as they smoked. Nikolas and Mischa were quick to flick their cigarettes into the grass; Nikolas rose. She asked forgiveness, explaining how her counterpart had come to visit and she solely wished for some fresh air. Vladrik was not receptive to her words. “Why? He didn't think to take you to the medic first!” — “And vyr just smoking, like nothing happened.” Vladrik neared with a limp, enraged by their carelessness. “Ea risk mea life! An-. . And Ea'd do it again. It seems all that is at stakes now is some cigarettes and a date.” Vladrik’s chest rose and lowered with heavy, angered huffs as his eyes trade between the two. Mischa did not speak. She held her head low, eyes closing. Nikolas, on the other hand, shot out from his seat. His silent disposition was replaced by fury. He barged up to Vladrik and went to shove him in the chest. “Who the do vy think vy are?” Vladrik did not cower. His gaze met with the other with just as much vigour. “Her best friend. Who're vy, Nikolas? The prince? The prince who wasn't there to trade vyr life for a sliver of hers?! Ea watched her body go LIMP!” “Ea watched a behemoth monster - call. . . Call her a traitor and crush her under its paw!” _____________________________________________ It all happened so quickly. Blink. The olive-toned skin of his knuckles paled as he balled his hands into fists. Blink. A fist, aimed straight for the Kortchevich’s face. Blink. Vladrik reels back. Blood spat from his curled lips. “Do it again,” he beckoned. “Do it again if vyr so mad about her being alive.” Blink. Mischa pushed herself up against her legs. Her numb limbs were held up by thin splints bound to her in leather. “Nikolas!” She said, pushing herself away from the tree. “Vladrik- please!” Blink. “The sick colour of vyr eye shows the envy of vyr soul, vy mongrel,” Nikolas yelled, voice thick with resentment. Blink. Another punch aimed for the head, striking the Kortchevich. Nikolas was losing control. Blink. Vladrik answered every punch with a spur of distasteful words for the Barbanov. His face was stained in blood and bruises. Blink. The knuckles of Nikolas’ hands were malformed and red. He did not stop. Each strike seemingly stronger than the last, fueled by anger. Mischa continued to scream in vain. Blink. “NIKOLAS!” She stumbled, landing against a weathered chair. Her legs trembled, splints beginning to crack. “Please. . O’ Please stop! This is mad!” Blink. At last, Vladrik sought to fight back. Two palms pushed against Nikolas’ chest. “Get off of eam, vy madman!” Blink. The prince reeled back, but he wasn’t finished. He clings to Vladrik’s sleeve and aims a blow at the Kortrevich’s afflicted leg. His breathing thickens at the exertion, hands becoming shaky from the sores forming on his knuckles. Blink. Vladrik cried out in pain. He crawls onto the table beside him, in front of Mischa. Her eyes widened; frozen in shock. Her sobs grow as the glass cups and plates are swept to the ground and the tablecloth tears. Blink. As Nikolai turned in pursuit, he caught Mischa’s eyes. The weight of his world crashed, but not fast enough to prevent the final blow: shattering a cup against the back of Vladrik’s head. Crack - Mischa’s splints gave out and she fell on glass-ridden ground. Blink. “Stop it. . PLEASE!” — “NO!” Vladrik was limp on the table. The weight of his armour drags him to the floor, face down in front of Mischa. The fight concluded. _____________________________________________ Nikolas withdrew himself. He leans against the table, catching his breath. Twitching, bloodshot eyes study a beaten Vladrik, then Mischa. She holds the unconscious man on her lap, hastily wiping at the blood marking his bruised features. “No. . no- Vladrik, wake- please!” A wave of guilt and realisation washed over Nikolas. No more hurt could be brought if he were not here. He had to rid himself. Nikolas disappeared down the road. Mischa wailed, cradling the fallen man. “Please- please! SOMEONE!” She pulled her hand from beneath Vladrik’s head, met with a palmful of blood. “Vlad-. . Vladrik!” — “I'm here now. . He's. . He's gone, you can wake up. Please!” Around an hour had passed. Vladrik’s breathing was low, shallow. Blood pooled the ground. As cold rain poured, the sounds of a whip cracking echoed against the keep’s exterior. Riding through the Jerovitz roads was Princess Analiesa, her veil stuck against her face as she called in a panic. “Mischa!?” — “Vladrick!?” “Here! Here, Analiesa!” — “O’ Hurry!” Analiesa raced closer. She flings a leg over her saddle and lands with a soft thud. Glass cracked beneath the woman’s riding boots, squelching into the muddied earth as she ran to attend the two. “Oh, Godan!” She called, shaken as she examined the gruesome display. “What has he done?” Mischa shook her head. Her focus was upon Vladrik, unwavering. She sucked in a breath and spoke, “Th- There was a fight, Analiesa.” — “It got out of hand. . He didn't mean it, Analiesa. .” She looked up towards the Princess, pleading, “Vladrik needs help. . Please- please take him.” Analiesa hesitated, but alas, she agreed. The two were off as soon as Mischa had hoped. The morning sun just barely peeked through the canopy of leaves above Mischa. She eased her way down to lay atop the ground, her nightgown mingling in the puddle of blood. She did not mind. I want to fly, she thought as the world weighed down on her eyelids. There, she laid throughout the rest of the morning. ______________________________________________ _______________________

______________________________________________ “Nikolas. . Nikolas!” A voice called from the foot of a keep, approaching with heaving steps. The young woman staggered up the steps to the kitchen, waving the missive in the air as if it was caught on flames. Now standing beside the prince, she tossed a foot forth; a kick to the chest! “Nikolas — wake up!” “They wrote about us. . in the paper!” Mischa pressed the missive against the man’s olive features with a squeal. “Look!”