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[!] Deep in a forest, Aethline, an elf filled with worry, heard troubling news. Her face, marked by scars, twisted sadly as she held a blade made by a friend long gone. Her fingers traced the initials on its handle, memories flooding back. For a day, sadness consumed her as she remembered the help her friend gave. Alone, she whispered softly. "Rest well, old friend... rest well." Her words, though quiet, carried her sorrow and gratitude through the silent trees, honoring the dead. [!]

"He should be here soon, do vy think he'll cry?" A soft voice left the once sickly Sierra Weiss as she fished beside her father. She was healthy, no longer plagued by her condition. She was enjoying her paradise, and her time with her beloved father forever. As Felix rose to his feet, the Lady's head turned, lips curling into a giant smile. She waited for the two to have their reunion, watching with a happy hum. As her father returned to her side she rose from her seat, dashing over to jump up and embrace her brother in a tight hug. "Oh how ea've missed vy Borsa! Ve have so much to show vy!" "Welcome home." She kissed his cheek before happily walking over to the waters once more, offering out a fishing rod. "Let's catch some fish!" "Hauchpapej Audo es.. dead?" Reza raised her brow at the news, her brows furrowing tightly. She waited a long moment to think of how to feel. She knew him to be distant, he was a busy man. She admired him strongly in her youth, it was sad to hear that he had joined her Hauchmamej in the seven skies. She felt the desire to drink, to drown the grief in alcohol- but instead, that woman decided to run. So in honor of her passed grandfather, Lady Reza Weiss could be seen doing laps around the festival grounds, not stopping for breaks- running for a full day- face painted with sweat and tears.

Reza had been concerned with the crowds she had spotted, it was odd to see so many about for that time of day. That's when she heard news of what happened. The Koenas was dying. Reza felt her heart break at such. She remembered many times where the Koenas had become her idol. She adored her. She would follow the crowd in saddness, remembering when the Koenas had came to her home to give her a banner.. proclaiming that Reza was just like her in her youth. Oh how she wished she could have done something amazing to make the woman proud- but she'd never get that chance now. "Rest well Vyr Majesty.. vy've earned et." She whispered out, signing the Hussaryin before walking to the tavern to drink her sorrows away.

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[!] Rushing fast into the tavern the young Lady Weiss burst through the doors- exclaiming loudly for the Lady Bard! She promptly shoved a paper at her comrade and exclaimed. “Yam en Agony! Vy need to help mea make this!” Thus the two traveled to Novkursain to write and sing the ballad of the Brotherhood's Agony. [!] Lyrics [REZA] Did I abuse them Or show them disdain? Why do they run from me? If I should lose them How shall I regain The Oath they have won from me? Agony—! Beyond power of speech When the one thing you want Is the only thing out of your reach [VERDIER] High in his office He sits by the hour Maintainin’ the heir Blithe and becomin’ And frequently hummin’ A lighthearted air: Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah— Agony—! Far more painful than yours When you know he would write with you If your rank were only one more [BOTH SOLDIERS] Agony! Oh, the torture they teach! [VERDIER] What's as intriguin’— [REZA] Or half so fatiguing— [BOTH SOLDIERS] As what's out of reach? [REZA] Am I not sensitive, clever Well-mannered, considerate Passionate, charming As kind as I'm beautiful And niece to a Marshal? [VERDIER] You are everythin’ the Brotherhood could wish for! [REZA] Then why no—? [VERDIER] Do I know? [REZA] The man must be mad [VERDIER] You know nothin’ of madness Till you're climbin’ their ranks And you see them up there As you're nearin’ them All the while hearin’ him "Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah—" [BOTH SOLDIERS] Agony! [REZA] Misery! [VERDIER] Woe! [BOTH SOLDIERS] Though it's different for each [REZA] Always ten steps behind— [VERDIER] Always ten ranks below— [BOTH SOLDIERS] And they’re just out of reach Agony That can cut like a knife! I must have them tonight Signed, Lady, Comrade, Reza Talya Weiss “Lady Bard of Haense,” Verdier

Somewhere in the Seven Skies a Kortrevich Lady who has been passed for decades, blinks down upon the words. Tears fluttered out her blue hues. The words in the unpublish poems ached her once alive heart. She missed the days of when she was a young girl in a happy world before she died. "Beautifully written Borris.. Beautifully written." She uttered out with a faint smile. Even in death somethings never changed..

In the vastness of the seven skies, Sierra Weiss, a departed soul, sought out her beloved sister-in-law. Spotting her in the warmth, Sierra approached, taking her hands gently. "Welcome, Sestra. You're safe now," She said, embracing her warmly. Their reunion, bathed in the light of the comforting heavens. She was sad that the woman passed, but happy to have a friendly face to join her and her family in the beauty that was Sierra. -- Upon hearing the news, A litlte Weiss seemed.. confused? What did they mean her Hauchmamej was dead? She was just there a few days ago. Reza found herself feeling a pain she hadn't felt before. One she didn't know the name of. She didn't know how to process, so the little lady would go sit with her stuffed animals in her room and try to explain what she was feeling. Her Hauchmamej was their friend too after all. Once she finished explaining she tried to do the voice of the stuffed animals and realized it didn't sound right. It frustrated her. The only person who could do the voices right was gone. She was dead. And then all at once the small child began to weep loudly, clinging to the toys.

[ Lady Sierra Weiss ] The grand halls of Novkursain lay shrouded in profound silence, a rare contrast to the usual bustle of the Weiss family's daily routines. All were engaged in their busy lives, save for one exception: Lady Sierra Weiss, who rested within her chambers, battling yet another bout of ill health. Her condition had deteriorated significantly over the years, especially after the heart-wrenching loss of her beloved husband and children. Sierra had fought valiantly to hold on for the sake of her cherished family, but her body had reached its limits. After composing poignant letters to her loved ones, Sierra's chest tightened, and a raspy cough emanated from her frail form. She desperately sought the assistance of her household's servants, yet her voice failed her. Gasping for breath, she stumbled toward the door and fell to her knees. Was this the ending she desired? Weakly, she dragged herself back to her bed, determined to meet her fate with grace and dignity, sparing her family from the anguish of finding her fallen on the floor. With her last reserves of strength, she pulled herself onto the bed, her face flushed from the effort to breathe. She had been prepared for this moment for some time, and as she lay there in her final moments, a faint smile graced her lips, her memories dancing before her eyes. The memories transported her to a simpler time, a crowded family home echoing with the youthful laughter of Sierra and her siblings: Audo, Haus, and Via. In their innocence, they were a boisterous bunch, with Sierra at an age where she was not too challenging to handle. The young girl regaled her family with tales of becoming a Soldier Princesa Witch, their imaginations running wild. During those early years, Sierra had a best friend who taught her a lesson about loyalty to family. In her final moments, she wondered about Lucy and whether the girl still existed as a cursed child. Even now, Sierra could not bring herself to judge those born under unlucky stars, such as cursed beings and demons. She wondered if they felt a sense of loneliness. In her youth, she often befriended them, leading to moments of trouble that temporarily strained her relationship with her brother. Despite her youthful mistakes, her father was a constant source of guidance and support. He remained her anchor as she grew older, emphasizing the importance of family bonds. Through her trials and tribulations, she learned that blood was unbreakable, and family was a pillar of strength. Her troublesome days eventually gave way to more refined lady lessons, which transformed her into an honorable lady. Upon returning home, she discovered the beauty of love and married Carolus Colborn. This should have been the pinnacle of her life, but it was marred by the loss of her beloved father, a pain that continued to haunt her even as she lay dying in her chambers. Yet, the most painful thought was that she would leave her precious daughter, Levisa, alone in the world, a pain she had experienced firsthand and wished to spare her from. Sierra pondered whether she had done enough and whether her friends and family would remember her in a positive light or forget her, harboring resentment for her perpetual illness. As her thoughts wove through the tapestry of her life, her breaths grew slower, ushering her into a peaceful slumber. In that final moment, her mind cleared, and she saw only light. It beckoned to her like a door, and she reached for it eagerly. Upon opening it, a warm, humid breeze washed over her, making her feel young again. She stepped through and beheld the paradise her father had spoken of so many times, her namesake, Sierra. Tears welled in her eyes as she gazed upon the breathtaking scenery, resonating with the sounds of nature and the echo of her father's chuckle, sending shivers down her spine. She spun around, her eyes locking with her father's, who awaited her with a warm smile, just as he had promised. "Papej! Papej!" Sierra joyfully cried out and embraced death, rushing towards the old man with boundless love. At last, she had found her paradise, her heaven, her Sierra.

[!] A missive is distributed announcing the birth of a newborn Colborn. [!] A beautiful illustration of a young baby boy in the arms of an exhausted mother [!] Issued by the County of Malkovya On this day 16th of Sun’s Smile of 134 SA Va Birodeo Herzenav ag Edlervik, After a beautiful reunion of Lord Carolus Ivan Colborn and Lady Sierra Colborn, the marriage bears the brightest of fruits. Despite an arduous labor, House Colborn is joyous to present to our kingdom and its citizenry whom was born in the early hours of the 23rd of The Grand Harvest: First-born son of the wedded couple, EDVIN FELIX COLBORN Lady Sierra Colborn currently rests under the dutiful eye of our utmost skilled Surgeon General, Euleriphis Roui. Upon the recovery of Lady Sierra Colborn, she has invited those of the families of Colborn and of Weiss to make their first introductions to the young boy. Iv Joveo Mann, His Lordship, Carolus Ivan Colborn Her Ladyship, Sierra Colborn

A quiet knock sounded upon the Lady Sierra Weiss's door. She sickly breathed out a cough and sat up, her brown hues fluttering open. "Come on en!" With such a servant walked in, eyes full of dread and hands clutching a shaky letter. Sierra had missed the battle, she had fallen sick from training as her body was never strong enough for the fighting she wished to accomplish. Having spotted the servants grim expression that lady shifted out of bed with a soft cough and stumbled over. "What es et? Vy look upset.." She breathed out and gently rested a hand on the servants shoulder. "My lady.. vyr papej." Nothing more was needed to be said, Sierra felt her heart freeze and her blood run cold. She stumbled a soft step back, her brows knitting and her lips parting in shock. "Nie.." She echoed out and her hands jolted to cover her mouth, face pale from the pure shock. She ran her head to the last time she had talked to her father, they had talked about having him try an ice bath to help his muscles stay strong. He kept his promise to stop drinking for her, and he let her take care of him, he listened. He was there not too long ago and then he wasn't.. he was gone. "He was.. he was supposed to walk mea down ve aisle.. he was getting better!" She chirped out to the servant who just stared upon her with pity. "My lady.." They offered before gently hugging her and shifting out of the room. The second the door shut that poor Weiss shifted over and clicked the lock shut, trapping herself inside her room. Sierra Weiss kept herself shut away in her room, thinking of everything she had wanted to do. She stumbled to her desk and began to write and draw, trying to distract herself from the pain. It was then she remembered so many beautiful things her father had told her, and only her. She remembered the time he told her how lonely he was, and she promised she'd always be there for him.. and then she remembered his words to her when she had been hurt by a friend.. "Those who wish to keep vy from vyr family, are niet friends worth keeping. Remember that." "Vy are my blood, princes...and ea love vy, with all of ea heart. As does vyr family." "Remember this day, who came for vy, and who cast vy out." His words always meant something to her, but she never forgot those words, or the story of how she was named after such a beautiful place.. a place called Sierra. And how her papej wished to take her to see it one day. Perhaps he was there waiting for her now? Such an idea brought that poor girl to tears once more and she wailed and wailed endlessly, trapping herself in her room and barely eating. Refusing any comfort that was offered at her door, by her Sestra Veronica or any other. She couldn't handle the pain in her chest. Not yet. In her fit of tears she pulled out an art piece she had drawn with her papej when she was little, one of his eyeball with Sierra in it. With her and him sitting together, happy. She smiled shakily upon it and hugged such an old drawing to her chest and uttered words she wished she could speak to him. "Papej.. vy did enough. Ve all have grown so well ve all have purposes, because vy guided us. Vy were niet ve perfect papej..but vy were ve best papej ea could ever ask for. When ve day comes that ea eventually die.. ea want nothing more than to meet vy at ve entrance to Sierra.. until then ea'll live en be strong for vy. Spasibo for everything.. ea love vy."

☾✧――――――――――――✧☽ In the seven skies a lady had been enjoying her time, free from her troubles and enjoying watching her sons, and the daughters she had claimed for a time. Her heart ached when the first one passed, it hurt but she was overjoyed to see that beauty once more, and then pain struck again. As blue orbs landed upon the newly departed Adele, a lovely Kortrevich ran over to embrace her close, eyes fluttering closed as she held her so dear and near. "Prevja Mea Little Dove! How ea've missed vy so. Ea thank godan vy am here, but also ache to see vy." The Kortrevich, dawned in her elegant red dress, released the hug to kiss the girls forehead. "Welcome home Adele." ☾✧――――――――――――✧☽

Angry at first was the young Lady Weiss. She hated that so much chaos had ensued after her brothers first day. She read the letter numerous times in her room before sighing and tucking it onto her desk. The young Sierra shifted to her dogs and crouched down, petting them with a sulk as she battled her thoughts, who she supported and what she thought of it all. And eventually she smiled to the old wolf resting upon the seat of her desk, shifting over to wrap her arms around his shoulders and burying her face into his fur. "Ea hope Audo just does his best, eam sure he will be great, because Papej trusts him."

IGN: Dinochad IC NAME: Sierra Weiss AGE (What division are you competing in?): 12 - Young Teen SUPERVISOR : N/A

One of these obnoxious children, was just glad to have been apart of something! She'd be back one day to bother the poor people of Barrowton soon!

Skumu mourns the loss of a good uruk. Having witnessed his death she goes to the spot where he took his last breaths and sits, her pig upon her head as she thinks. " Nub got tu gruk latz well, mi iz zo zoree.. mi nub wunted diz tu happen. " With guilt the Fe-orc rose and returned to her blarg.

The young Sierra Weiss watched her father weep for the first time as he heard news of a fallen friend. Clueless she offered kindness and attempted words of help, unknowing of what grave thing had happened. She waddled over to the distraught man and held up her teddy bear. Only to be taken into a tight hug. Others entered that room and she heard the one word that slightly clicked in her head of who they were sad about. "Ve Koeng?" After hearing who it was that made her father cry, that youth giggled and wiggled in her fathers tight hug, the father broken down in grief. "He am mea friend! He gave mea a horsey en cocoa! Ea like him! Can ve go see him?!"

[!] Walking around Haense Selie came to see the poster. That blonde felt very aggravated by the whole situation that had happened to get the man wanted. She sneered at the missive and moved to yank it down, her fist balling it up. If anyone was going to punish him for his actions it was her. She would teach him not to hurt her sestra. " Watch vyrself foolish man. Vy will soon get vhat vy deserve. " [!]

[!] Having read the paper from a little drunken interaction, Selie Tchaviosky recalled what it read once she was sober. She let out a soft chuckle at the irony of her finding it when drunk. She makes sure to keep it noted in her mind for the next time she got too drunk and committed any crimeworthy acts. [!]

"I-I never wanted this. I didn't want to damn Darya!" Sobs of the now past Kolette almost rang eternally in the destroyed dungeons of Dun an Ein. Kolette was the real demise of Darya. She took away her will to decide her fate and ended both of their stories. They'll never meet in the seven skies. Their souls perish together in the emptiness of death.

"KILL ME" Screams of dismay sounded from a broken mage, storms of tears running down her bloodied cheeks. Surrounding her was the destruction and downfall of the home she held dear- all by her own hand. She was so foolish, so naïve to have believed she'd be able to save anyone she cared about. She had never been able to save a single soul that she cherished. Death had always followed her trail, death, and destruction. Why would striking a deal with a manipulative demon change such? And so all the mage could do after obliterating her home, was plead to those who could listen, to end their suffering with her own demise. She was a reckless danger unto them all. Thankfully, she was ultimately offered the freedom of her life when an arrow sent by a woman known as Houri, soared through the window of her tower and struck her in her neck, silencing her screams. Pain ran up the wound, blood spurting out, but it did naught do the end, she was stuck in a never-ending state of pain. She couldn't scream her desire for death, she was still a danger unto them all. But those thoughts vanished as a loud BOOM rang through the tower, Pain erupting in her mind as it exploded into many bits and pieces before she found herself in the blank nothingness of death. In the split moments, before her head would become naught, she found herself surrounded and alone in darkness. In such a peaceful moment she could recall how she ruined everything, oh so clearly. In the emptiness of the darkness, she remembered her youth, her loving mother, her baby brother, and her father. And just as fast as she remembered them she also remembered their haunting demises. Flashes of her family's capture on a pirate ship that had raided her small home of Rolin. Flashes of her father tearing into the neck of her baby brother before being beheaded right before her. Flashes of her mother's head, split into by an axe. Words they all spoke rang in her ears, but only a promise rang through into the silence. The only one she could clearly recall. Her father's last words to her. "Kolette, you must promise me to live on and be strong." The flashes returned, flashing in the nothingness were the men that saved her soul. Edmond of Sava and Masuo of Yamatai. They had rescued her from death's clutches, but not from her own terrors and mind, for years the sound of the water splashing onto that deadly ship's hull, haunted her. After being saved the young tattered girl spent years at the camp of the Hexers, fighting and training to overcome her trauma and become an initiate herself. She struggled and struggled, wanting to repay Edmond and the others for their kindness. But in a flash the words that stopped such rang in her head. "Kolette, You cannot become an Initiate. Your father told you to live. You, I have to honor him." She remembers Edmond's solemn expression as he spoke of the promise that kept her going. And just as fast as her training began it ended. She was sent away to try and live a normal life, but the things she had seen kept her from enjoying such. She would grow a bit older before she'd find the Hexers again in Dun an Ein. She begged and begged but Edmond would not bend until she found a loophole and a blessing. Eliza Wittenbach This beautiful woman came into Kolette's life and welcomed her into the conclave. She became a teacher, a mentor, and a mother figure to the lost girl. Kolette became a sorceress, eager to defend and protect those of the creed she had found a home in. She was a natural, and with the power of Water Evocation, she slowly began to overcome her trauma with water. She used the fear she felt as power, Slaving away day by day to be a master one day. In these days of training, she even found love for a time. She had fallen deeply in love with a kind man who showed her kindness and care. Solun of Esbec He was her comfort. Often caring for her when she had overworked herself. He kept her going, kept her strong. And would often keep her from her own stupidity. She felt complete in his arms and couldn't bare the idea of him going to face dangers on his own. In the darkness flashes of the fatal trip to Kivdrona rammed into her head. She had been warned not to go, he begged her not to go. But she never listened. She went and experienced the worst things in her life. Those monsters and deaths that happened there haunted her and conquered her mind. After such a traumatic experience she clung to Solun's warmth and love, but even that would be stolen away. To stay true to the code he left her, ending their love. She was left alone again, even more so when the creed fell apart. After years of loneliness and longing to be loved and surrounded by her family, the mage heard the news of the Creed returning. She found her way back to Dun an Ein, eager for the happy welcome, but she didn't receive as much of a warm welcome as she had pictured. Margot of Reinmar and her dear Mentor Eliza, were among the missing, along with many others. Solun, her late love was the grandmaster, and had lost his feelings over the years, the feelings that still riddled her chest. Whether it was for him or for the feeling of being wanted or needed, it made her act out. She grew a bit overwhelming, trying to help, and broke at his mind. She cared too much and chased him away more into his madness. As such, she decided to make a stupid decision. She sought out the same demon that racked Soluns' mind with visions. She planned to go alone, but Darya of Caermad joined her, wanting to protect the stupid stupid mage. And into the cave they went, eager to help those they cared for. What Kolette wanted was waved in front of her eyes and she foolishly took the bait. Throwing Darya under the bus with her as the twos souls soon belonged to the demon. She damned them all with a stupid longing of belonging. And so as it all came to an end she reached her clarity, as her brains littered the floors of that damned room. She felt her life fleeting as one final thought crossed her mind. "You are a danger unto those you love, only in death may you truly keep those you love safe."

【 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓾𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓭 】 Kindness. That is what she swore by time and time again. If one was kind they would only receive kind things. Even as a little girl, she believed if she was nice and treated others with her best intentions, then she would be forever happy. Such was merely a childlike view on what was really a unkind world that was riddled with lies, cheats and pain. She soon learned this but much too late. Even still, in her last moments the beauty thought if she smiled through it, Godan.. no, the world would be better. Even with such thoughts as she was held in a dark place, she let her mind wander. What life would have been like if she had seen it for what it really was. And how her life panned out because of her naïve views. She started thinking of when it all started, her youth. Youth, it was a pleasant time for the dear Vasilia. She was loved by a big family. She had four siblings that she cherished in her heart, Vladrik, Emelya, Viktoriya, and Nikolai. The closest to her was her eldest brother Vladrik. When they were younger they were often seen throwing their beloved beets at people, and were inseparable. So close indeed that he was her comfort, her home. Even when her father would scold her for things, Vladrik was there to get into trouble with her all over again. It was the fun times she would long to return to. This bond shrunk however, when news of the dear Jan Otto Kortrevich's mauling was heard. Their beloved father was dead, he was there before and then not. Even this didn't wake up Vasilia's childlike thoughts. She continued to be kind, even as she struggled to eat. The food never tasted the same, and nothing felt as bright. Everything was dull and soon she found herself growing closer with one of her eldest sisters, Emelya. Vasi's mother was distant and didn't care much for her daughters struggle, but Emelya helped her sister get through the depression, she helped her distract herself with goofy ideas and pamphlets. One noteworthy was the cute pamphlet made by the two about Kindness, they named themselves the Daughters of Haense and spread them around. It could be seen as a Childs ignorance to the painful world, but it was a bright light in dark times for the young girls. And so Vasilia continued to grow. Near her young adult years, Vasilia grew much closer with her youngest brother, Nikolai. He hadn't been one she focused o most of their youth, but she rekindled the bond. They grew close, closer than she had been with Vladrik. Nikolai was her new comfort, her borsa. She came to him when she needed him and shared time with him when she needed the warmth of family. Nikolai grew much faster than she had mentally. Even in her early twenties she still believed kindness was the only way, and killing was wrong. Second chances existed. Nikolai had learned that this was not true and many times scolded his sestra on such, but to no avail. She loved and continued to spread such, even when it ended with her getting hurt. One of such noteworthy accounts was her small time with the late Johann Ludovar. Vasilia truly loved him. She had been arranged to marry his brother, but found herself falling for the eldest sons charms. She organized such and began to court him, and even shared the love not only to him, but to his two lovely daughters, Adele and Amicia. She loved them all deeply, and in her heart began to picture them as a large family. She was too naïve still, and made many mistakes. She broke Johann's' trust many times by mistake and risked the girls life on a trip she thought was completely safe. Her childlike actions made her unqualified to be the lead of the Ludovar family, and Johann had to put an end to their relationship. Even in the end, she still loved him dearly and always considered him her true love. It wasn't until the beautiful Kortrevich reached her thirties that she had truly gauged how cruel the world could be. She hadn't found another love, and struggled to make friends with the other noble ladies. She felt she was disappointing her family more and more, and finally she broke and made a mistake. She fell in love with a commoner, a simple farm boy. He would be her biggest mistake. She was blinded in what she thought was the acceptance of love, he said she was perfect and that she didn't need to change. She needed that, no one ever said such and under the pressure to change her ways she instead chose to escape, and escape she did. She fled to live on his farm, on the outskirts of the large Oren empire. They were happy, for a time. She found herself pregnant and the world finally made sense, she wanted to raise her children in safety and comfort. To be as they wished. Just as she wished, two beautiful sons entered the world. Kaleb Joseph Kort and Jan Nikolai Kort. They were her everything, life was happy and full of reason! All that happiness crashed down, when her beloved cheated on her and threw a fit when she was upset of such. She sent for her brother for help and was taken home. And a brief argument befell the Kortreviches and her beloved. Her children were taken and her love had hit her and blamed her for it all. Many things went down, and in the end the rightful parent won, Vasilia had her two sons again and she would raise them without the influence of their cheating father. She thought distance was enough, but her soul took a beating one day when she witnessed his trial, and his hanging. She still loved him deeply, and witnessing his demise because of her broke her deeply inside. She cried often, staying in her room in Jerovitz. She raised her boys by herself, hoping they'd earn the full Kortrevich name, preying they wouldn't only be bastards for the rest of their lives. She was happy and loved them, but deep down she was tattered, her ideals of kindness were always wrong. Kindness was something one would be lucky to have. The world wasn't meant to be kind, people were meant to struggle. Even still, she kept a happy demeanor for her darling boys, and paraded them around, helped them make friends. Jan flourished in Haense and made many friends, Kaleb was more secluded. She never really thought much of it, until one day he vanished. All her happiness and hope drained. The ladies days of enjoying her life crippled down to frantic searching everyday. She searched and searched until her beauty was worn down. She was weak and thin, not taking care of herself and being a shell of a human. She needed her boy to be okay, and she didn't know if he was alive or dead. And so did her searching bring her to her end. She asked the wrong people and was taken somewhere so dark. She was terrified, but in her heart she just pictured resting in the seven skies and watching her family, watching her sons. She could be freed of her weak body and be able to see them grow old. So in her last moments she did not fear death, she instead smiled in the face of it, forgiving whoever was doing this to her, and accepting them with a loving heart. She wasn't going to be hateful, not when happiness was a breath away. And with such a smile, her life was ended in the dark rather than the bright lights of the world above. News would be spread, a lock of her brunette hair was sent to Jerovitz, inside a note, one that read: "Lady Vasilia passed a grim demise. Her pointless life had been freed from it's chains. Her death has served for something far greater than herself, in paradise again she joins you. "

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Watching on in terror was the mother of his children and his wife. She too felt betrayed and as everything came crashing down she felt her heart ache. He had hurt her in a way she'd never forgive- but when she closed her eyes she imagined just him and their beautiful children. She loved him and she always would. All that love hurt as she watched his hands be chopped from his body, his painfilled screams taunted her mind and her beliefs of kindness. What was kindness? Was it cheating on the woman who loved you and gave you children? Was it leaving two children without a father? Kindness was nothing anymore. As the time finally came and the sound of the lever pulled, Vasilia Reza Kortrevich stared, watching his body dangle from the noose until finally it was still and the eyes she once gazed at in love were dulled and lifeless. She hated him so, but loved him so. As his life vanished before her she fell to the ground, her heart crushing inside of her chest. She didn't know how to feel, she felt confused and lost until her brother kneeled before her and uttered the words she needed to stand once more. The words that she'd fight for and live for. "Vyr Children"