#realm.starter

Confess. You are something greater that they could know. Confess. You are a speck to the planets, a collection of bone and blood that the earth will turn to dust one day soon. Confess. You are nothing, nothing, nothing. She had never cared for the form of confession; it was sticky with falsehoods, yet how the people of the Keep loved their confessions to a priestess they could not understand. ( It made them feel holy, she knew, but they only came to her in times of fear. Pathetic. ) When she heard footsteps approach, she assumed it was more of the same, and she bit her tongue to stop herself from spitting out cruel words. Now was not the time --- not yet. “Shall I prepare an offering?” 

starts and ends | holden & el

Helena wiped the back of her hand over her brow. She was roasted, despite the cold weather outside. The Hut she had just came from had several fires roaring inside and Helena had been working right beside one. 

hunting | norah & tibalt

"One moment, love... I’ll be right with you in a moment!”  she called over her shoulder.   Portia had barely managed to get herself a job at the local tavern and that was only because the owner had been fond of her prior to her short time on the throne.   After the rebellion, Holden had gone into a depression –––– forcing her to take on the role of providing for their family.  Two children to feed.  Her shoulders were heavy with the weight of responsibility, but at least she was good at serving.   It was like the old days when she used to be a handmaiden for Lady Alycia.   And now she was a barmaid.  When Portia finally turned to face the customer, she paused ––– surprised to see the other.

He stood on the edges of civilization --- the edges of his civilization, at the very least. Word had gotten around, warning of monsters and ghouls alike, but he did not heed them. ( For what did a dead man walking have to fear? ) He could not say if he was challenging the fates or dooming himself, but his feet moved of their own accord. When he heard a snap of twigs, he merely slowed his pace. “If you yearn to rob me, I have no gold.” How ironic that the last son of the golden family would have to make such a claim.

This was it. This was how her life was going to end.

Time had passed while she remained secluded, away from the outside world. Lazily slouching on her chair, the priestess limited herself only to listen to the soft wind playing with the thin fabric of the tent, just as she’d been doing for the last couple of weeks. It was clear how many of the visitors and the very own citizens of Westedell had vanished into thin air after the battles, the fires and the executions, giving place for peace and silence to finally settle in these unholy lands.