"Do you know, Son of Man, what makes a man great?"
"Death"
In the din of the darkness that began to engulf the prince-consort as his head was crushed under the force of the creature's grasp, a memory played softly from the depths of the man's mind.
“¡Madre madre!” a young boy's voice called excitedly, his small hand pointing out towards the ocean “Look! What is that?”
Callista, the boy's mother, bent down beside him, smiling “That is a Bellena, a Whale. They are the biggest fish in all the sea! “
Ezren, all of five years of age let out a gasp, his eyes glittering with wonder “A whale… I want to be a whale when I'm all grown.”
“Why is that hijo?” His mother looked to him, likely expecting a childish answer, or no reason at all.
The boy kept his gaze locked on the immense sea creature as he answered “If I'm that big, I'll be able to protect everyone I love!”
The scene was swallowed by the darkness edging around his mind, the word love echoing like a deep chasm. The memory was replaced by a singular person.
Sibyl
The young girl who was pushed into a small creek by that same boy. The adolescent princess, standing behind Ezren as orcs attempted to rob the two teenagers. The young woman walking from the back of the church towards him, the most radiant smile on her face. The Queen who stood at the frontlines of war for her people.
His only wish was for her safety and happiness.
“MALCHEDIAEL, AENGUL OF COURAGE!”
The phrase that once uttered, ushered in the final paragraph of Ezren Elijah Novellen's existence. It came to him naturally, like the warm embrace of a parent. He no longer felt pain, his wounds mended, and his body ablaze with the patrons burning aura. He fought once more, remade anew and stronger than before. It was for naught but to give time- time for aid to come to his loved one. And it came as the clanging of metal and crackle of fire pierced the engulfed building. John Galbraith and Gwenyth Vuiller entered the burning church, pulling at Sybille I as she fought to get past the gate.
It was enough.
"Goodbye, mi amor"
Sorrow, Peace, Acceptance. Once the others came, the prince-consort fell once more a final time. The fight was finished, and a victor was had, and his soul was reclaimed by Malchediael.
[!] These letters and will were written up at the news of the continuation of the war, and instructed to be dispersed to their intended recipients should the Prince-consort perish in battle.
To Enrico @garentoft
To Ephrem and Callista Kervallen @ECS1999 @Lmcfc
To Ophelia @comatoseprincess
To Elianos @Lirinya
To Ariadne @_yink_
To Alexandros @Harald
To Mi Amor @HIGH_FIRE
The Will of Ezren Elijah Novellen of Tuvia
To each of my children I divide my savings to 100 mina for each child.
My remaining possessions, barring the sword “Splendes Ulmi” , be divided equally amongst my children.
The sword “Splendes Ulmi” shall remain in the possession of my lawful wife, Sybille I, until a time when she feels fit or after she has passed, at which point it shall return to the Peer of Tuvia, whichever is in possession of the title at the time.
If the peerage of Tuvia is disbanded, the sword will be passed onto Ezequiel Kervallen or his eldest offspring, eldest grandchild, and so on and so forth.
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