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This was all too oddly familiar to Mereid. Standing on the side of the room, next to the pews, her pale, blue eyes peered at those around and the sight of her older brother in front of the Magistar once more. Her gloved hands clasped together with firmness as it was used as restraint from the tension growing in the large hall. An air of caution engulfed her and stiffness stifled her as she stood on edge while the penances were announced, then a growing tremble in her legs as she followed the mass of crowds outside of the church and into the barracks. Penance.. Is it truly penance that is given or an act of what seemed to be righteous punishment? Penance should be of remorse of one's sins and their seek for repentance. It should be a journey of shaping one's self into a better person, a path down into the light, and a offerings of good deeds. One should not have been forced to be presented in front of a congregation to be judged upon. Penance is done in the act of seeking forgiveness. However, this penance was not like that and was much worse than before. Her gaze remained on the scene, unable to flicker away from the gruesome sight. The scenes of the mutilation of her brother's limbs left within her a distasteful feeling. Like pebbles and gravel grinding down to make concrete. Concrete understanding and proof of what the definition of mercy is in Iudas's eyes. There had been hope once in her youth that the Church would see the good in her brother, the hardships he had faced to prove his worth, and the battles he had gone through for not only himself, but for all the ones he loved and cared; for Idunia. All the hope she had and the only thing she could give, while she remained unable to move closer or to speak of a word in aid for her brother. Truly a day of turmoil.

Mereid spent most of her days inside recovering from the bandit attack that happened a few days after Morwen's trial and execution. She would sit near the warmth of a fire pit, staring off into the flickering flames as her mind run through all that had occurred within the past months. The sense of being on the edge returned, the nightmares of a death in front of her kept her up at night, and the aimless walking in search of something. The only thing that kept pushed her to remain sane was for her family, she couldn't go off running away now. Her tears, though fallen a few times, never sought to flow enough to form a river containing her sorrows and grief. "Rest in peace..I hope you find the happiness you need. The freedom you sought so much after." In the family's crypt, she'd look to her sister's urn. Knowing it was not a good place to put Morwen's remains there, it only felt right in Mereid's head that she was the most safest here. Even thought she disowned her sister on paper, in her heart, however, Morwen was still her sister and a Callaghan. It may be selfish keeping Morwen confined in a place she left so long ago, but Mereid could not bear losing her sister again. Not to some waves flowing endlessly to the ends of the Earth, or buried into the ground where it would decompose and people walk over the face of it everyday. For at least this time, Mereid chose to be selfish on something. "Only for a moment..Just this time, then I will let you go once it is safe for you to be free."

The only thing that Mereid could do was to wish her brother and his partner a safe travel to their new home. Standing within the walls, it felt like a foreign place. How could you call something home when your loved ones are not near? How can you be in a world that you grew up in yet still feel like a stranger? Lingering questions remained in her thoughts, but only for a short while before the bandits got to her.

Writ of Disownment on Morwen Callaghan Penned on 17th of The First Seed by Mereid Callaghan It has been made known that a member of the Callaghan, Morwen Callaghan, has made tribute in aiding the military of Cerulia with contribution and allegiance. Having left many years ago, it was made clear of Morwen’s determination and intent to leave the family and start a new life elsewhere. With her most recent betrayal, it is clear now where her loyalty lies. I. Cause By actions deemed dishonorable, unlawful, or in betrayal of our house’s oaths and values, the said Morwen Callaghan will forfeit all claim to kinship, protection, and inheritance under the Callaghan name. Her offenses include, but are not limited to: Belittling and denying the sanctity of the laws of Idunia and her people. Criticisms of the Oath of Tar Numentar. Decrying the institution of the Empire. Following and aiding in the military efforts of Cerulia, the Cerulian Levy. II. Judgment As of the releasing of this writ, and on this day on and so forth: Morwen Callaghan shall hold no rights under our house. Her name is struck from our scrolls and remembered no longer. No man or woman of Callaghan shall offer them aid, word, or welcome. III. Witness and Word Let it be known to those that read and hear of this writ: I, Mereid Callaghan of House Callaghan, denounce and disown Morwen, my dear twin sister. For the treason, disloyalty, and betrayal in her actions towards The High Kingdom of Idunia and The Principality of Tir-Glas. This writ is entered into record and sealed by the hand of the current Regent of House Callaghan until the Head of the House resumes her duties. Signed, Mereid Callaghan, Retainer of the Order of Dawn, Regent of House Callaghan

Amethyne had a feeling that something was wrong, but only offered a handkerchief assuming she had a cold. Her friend was looking sickly as she coughed, and her head resting on Amethyne shoulder as her eyes closed. Amethyne rose a hand to Natalia's forehead as she was conversed with her father, who just briefly caught her up on the new family. "Goodnight Ame", was the last words she heard as Natalia suddenly went cold in her arms. "Nat, nat- Wake up", Amethyne shook Natalia before laying her down to check breathing and pulse, then deciding on performing chest compressions. "Come on, come on!" Amethyne kept doing CPR, she wasn't going to give up on her friend; not now, not ever. Eventually, her body gave to exhaustion as she stared as Natalia's bodily colors faded away. The rain covered the dock as Vicnan placed a raft down and laid the deceased Natalia on it. The three remaining Vannites stood there, speaking their last and final words to Natalia before the raft was set aflame. Her arms hugged the two with her as she wept in despair. Amethyne watched her best friend floated away into the distant horizons of the sea. "My best friend from day one till now; and for forever. Rest in peace, Nat. I hope that where you go, you are more free and shine brighter like you've always have."

The Callaghan, only just starting to explore the new lands, would end up sitting by the fire pit back in Garenbrig. Her eyes remained on the flames, flickering with intensity; her face seemed to be spacing out, drained of any sense of present consciousness. Her mind whirled the exact moment the fight she and Anruthion had with the werebeast. The attack from the beast occurred in a moment during the man's teaching to the teen on defending from evil. Quite ironic it is for the beast to appear. It had razor sharp claws and maws, skin as seemingly thick as leather, and standing at twice her height in size. It was wearing a dress, or at least some sort of drapes. It came on all fours, charging at her before Anruthion shoved Mereid aside, preparing to fight the beast with his Morningstar and yelling to Mereid to run to find someone or find fire. Mereid nodded as she picked up her feet, turning to the road they were just on, and worked to make her escape. Seeing Mereid's attempts of escape, it chased after her before slamming Mereid into a tree before Anruthion fought the beast back as it grabbed his helmet, shaking and denting what protected his head. Mereid forced herself back up, looking down the road and making a run, however the beast with some cleverness blocked her path, leaving Mereid to defend herself with rolled up fists and a kick. The fight carried as such, Anruthion using his Morningstar, hatchet, and a spear to fight the beast, while Mereid only had what she could offer: her hands, feet, and an aurum arrow. Despite the shouting of Anruthion to Mereid to flee, she knew that she couldn't leave him behind to defend himself, as the beast only grew hungrier and hungrier with each claw reaching out to slash and dig towards him. In the long hours of the sun, the fight began to blur out with Mereid only recalling herself trying to shove a sharp end of a tree branch at the beast's face, the next she was holding onto the beast's legs with her whole arms and legs. Her arms was raised at one point with the aurum arrow pointed at the spine of the beast before striking it, hearing it's loud scream. Then in another split moment, she recalls her standing upright, strangling and pulling the beast to the side to try to get it away from Anruthion's face. At some point, her hands was aimed for the eye of the beast to gauge it out, but it had no effect. it bit into half of his face, making him ugly and a truly ugly sight for Mereid to see as her "mentor" was going to die. Chomp, slurp. In a rush of anger, she'd take her aurum arrow back out from the spine of the beast and struck it at the head a few couple of times before aiming and digging it into the neck. The beast, in aggravated frustration, grabbed Mereid with it's clawed paws, as a screamed escaped from Mereid, and it threw her once more like the many times it had. Beeeeep Her head rung as she found herself laying on the ground once more with exhaustion and pain. Her eyes opened in her helmet, seeing the beast looming over Anruthion as her maw and Anruthion, up by who knows what force, holding his broken Morningstar at the ears on the side of the beast's head, trying to push it through to the brain. Mereid saw what could be one of her last chances to stand up and run into the beast, doing a jump-kick to help push the beast away. However, it remained strong, standing back on it's feet after being pushed to the ground by Mereid. It would pull the aurum arrow out, chunk of it's thick leather-like flesh stuck on the barb, as it growled at Mereid one last time, her final warning to the young lady to leave. Mereid tilted to look to Anruthion, laying motionless before looking back at the beast as it grabbed him with its maw and started crawling back into the forest on all fours. Mereid would rush to pick up what remained of the Morningstar then bolting after the duo. She would throw her frog at it, hopping it would be a good enough distraction to slow it down, but the beast kept on going. Mereid would then try to leap at it when she could get close enough, but only ended up flat into the dirt bed of the forest's canopy. Her arms finding as much strength as it could, threw it in the direction of the beast, it didn't work. She pulled herself together to get back up, running once more as her eyes gaze upon the horizon and her leg failed her once more. In the distant, a sight of horror in the night of the forest it was as the young woman watched the beast feasted on it's meal. Mereid sat there motionless, nothing left to do. Her body was limp catching up from exhaustion, and the bruises and scratches began to make itself known. After making it through the night and the sunlight shone through the trees, she only was able to find herself to stand up, find the remains of Anruthion's Morningstar, and walk back to the road. She'd take her horse out of it's whistle and headed down the road. - She could have rode her horse to find someone in her attempts of escape. - Her eyes stared blankly on the road, as she made her way to find a passer-by strolling down the road and up a stairway to, what she could only assume to be, the Vourkehardt's Castle. Her feet planted onto the ground off of her horse, as she walked up to Aethanis and another Vourkehardt, whom either she has not met or could not remember. Her hands lifted Anruthion's broken weapon to them both to see before speaking. "It's Anruthion..."

Mereid looked to the shredded missive as her fuming twin showed the parchment to her with confusion. She was in utter lost for words at the thought of their own members would go as far as forming a new fighting club. "Well, this is something unexpected." Mereid rubbed the temples of her forehead, trying to process the whirlwinds of emotions that accumulated before and the following next steps for management to deal with this incident.

Mereid would carefully read the missive in her hand with a bold grin. "Yeah! Ye get 'em, Morwen! All blonde men should be punished fer bein' bullies, meanies, and jerks!"

╔══════*.·:*¨༺✧༻¨*:·.*══════╗ ╚══════*.·:*¨༺✧༻¨*:·.*══════╝ [!] A parcel of whale meat, wrapped in butcher wrap, tied with twine, and stamped with a gold wax stamp. In between the twine was a white chrysanthemum and a little folded note. The note reads: Standing on the edge of the snowy cliffside, the little ferret would draw in a deep breath of the ice, cold air. In the distance, what would hold pleasant sights, only have turned to become one filled with bittersweetness. The sweet persimmon grows bitter and dull each day, till it is no longer enjoyable. No longer have the persimmon stayed, but a bitter orange has taken its place of rule. Like the sun and moon always in balance with each other, the world has turned from this balance and toppled over this stability. Once, the flowers in the fields have lived in peace and abundance, now destructive weeds have grown to over power the fields. Having its own life drawn away, the field would become futile and an emptiness filled its heart. No longer can any form of life find a home that provides the safety, tranquility, and the embrace of nature. Having seen that the world has shifted and changed, the little ferret leaped off the cliff into the crashing sea waves below. The little ferret, having taken her little bold move, re-emerge out of the salted sea and peered back at the peak of the cliff. Beating blinking eyes, the little ferret watched as the wind carried a flurry upwards and descended back down into winding trees of the forest. What once was and had been was no longer what it is no longer. The little ferret had realized that she is no longer the little ferret she had always felt she had been. The cruel world had turned its back on her at the times she had tried to push forward. Inevitably, the greedy and ambitious only came to take over the weak and meek. The ferret turned back to face the bitter orange, watching as it lay down on the glittering bed of minerals. Seeing the time gone by, the ferret would yip out loud into the open, and in the near distance, a ship approaches towards her. A rope was tossed overboard towards the little ferret as she swam closer towards the ship. She would grab hold of the rope tightly and climb aboard the deck. One of the ship’s crew greets the ferret by tossing a towel over the little ferret’s head and guides her towards the captain’s quarters. In a brief moment, Amethyne kicked down the captain’s door from the inside, pulling up her yee-haw boots, folding back the collar of her coat, and grabbing hold of her sea-faring spyglass. She’d laugh out loud, a laugh she had kept back to herself over the years of grieving pain. Her arms outstretched to the limitless skies, embracing the last warmth the sun had left to offer before she looked out to the pod of whales, leaping in the foams of the sea. A wave and a salute was given by Amethyne to the last of the ship’s crew making their descent down in the rowboat. The little ferret has grown up, all alone out at sea and the endless sea of shining stars and ores to greet her in the days to come. She has new dreams, new goals, and a new life. A life, no one can no longer take from her ever again. Amethyne, has moved on…And so should you. ╔══════*.·:*¨༺✧༻¨*:·.*══════╗ ╚══════*.·:*¨༺✧༻¨*:·.*══════╝

Amethyne would stop in her tracks in the middle of the deep, cold tundra forest. She would settle down a large sack, her fishing pole, and her carving knife as she unrolled the missive. Her deep sorrows and anger that had been growing since the devastating news of her aunt only began to grow larger. "CHILDREN! Who in their right sane mind would take children from their crib?!" She would mindlessly fold the paper and throw it into the ground, burrowing it deep within the snow with her foot. "Outrageous!"

Amethyne had gone out deep into the tundra forest, as well as out to the steep cliff side of the sea, to go on some hunts and fishing by the sea to seek comfort. Having been one of the first to have seen the atrocious sights of her aunt's body being maliciously torn apart and sewn together, she could only find herself feeling conflicted between the seek for revenge and the grievances of losing another loved one. Eimelín had only heard of the news of her friend's passing when she had planned a trip to visit friends and family in Vansk. Upon only to hear and find the coffin containing her friend's body, she could only feel a sense of loss and guilt. She laid a hand on the coffin and hummed a hymn meant for those who have long gone; a hymn she had learned from her grandmother Eloisee. In addition, she placed a penguin plush, which she would hoped that Sera would have liked to receive as a gift.

If you were given a million dollar for a day, how/what/why/when would you spend it for only 24hrs?

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