#ruinationtask 001.

time: 3 am., February 15th.

task 001 for ruinations plot drop 001.

THIS was not happening. She wasn't entirely sure what was happening, but these... shadows in the corner of her peripheral certainly didn't. Was it her power awakening? The bits & pieces of ghosts from ancient past coming to haunt her days?

she couldn't say.

Something had stirred within her bones, her veins, in her heart - the lost siblings of Asteria. She had heard it as a whisper, but it haunted her. Intangible thing that had threatened to turn solid, faces that had resurfaced from a memory veiled in mist & shadow & darkness. She had been so... young. Untrained & untried, left in the village all alone, with only her elder brother, their parents & strange, eerie neighbours for companions.

her head will splinter!

She couldn't sleep, bothered by the figures in the corner of her room, a familiar, creepy grin that turned from the Thorned King into someone she had known, but now couldn't recall. Waking up with a jolt had made sure she would not sleep a wink in the following hours, so she had found herself venturing to the library in the very dead of the night.

Yan pulled out the first tome that came under her hand, before venturing to sit in one of the more illuminated booths - opening the book & flipping to it, until red & gold ink captured her attention.

'The kingdom of Frigoria had long been ruled by a blood thirsty, cruel line, the one which had dabbed in the most unholy of magic - their coat of arms' the handwriting turned illegible, spilled ink obscuring the rest of the parchment from knowledge.

Frigoria? Kingdom? Not the... not the village she had grown up in with Yinuo, but a kingdom?

what was going on? what was going on, what --

Yinuo would know. He has to. Her brother had always been the most reliable person in her life, he must know. But, a thought gnaws at her marrow, a damning sort of idea, a painful realization that even if Nuonuo had answers, it might be something she wasn't ready to hear.

But, she had felt something awakening in her veins - & with it, a question arose, followed by fragments of images, of feelings, she could not prevent or control.

who is she?

time: after midnight, February 15th.

task 001 for ruinations plot drop 001.

SHIT. Shit, shit, shit. Vivian had been aware of the expiry date of Damnatio Memoriae, but she didn't expect to come in from of some random performers, that not even their Empress remembers commissioning for this... type of chaos. She had spent the entire previous day holed up in the library, going over & pondering various texts & tomes.

bits & pieces of irrelevant information.

Until she had stumbled upon the mentions of Frigoria. Frigoria. Seeing it in text, titled in golden ink as the kingdom ruled by an Ancient king of Rosceau line. But, he had perished & got overthrown by his relatives, the extant - & current - ruling Valerian branch. Vivian frowned, the frown deepening as she kept reading, every bit of ancient information unravelling before her eyes - dangerous information, even if it had predated the damnatio. She knows what she has to do.

she had rotted the parchment out, until not a trace of it had left.

Vivian had returned to her bedroom, heart racing & her magic shivering in her veins. She had suddenly grown so weary & tired, not paying much attention to the whispers that spoke of the king of Asteria... & the possibility of him having younger siblings. So what if he did?

It would just give Frigoria more people to bring to ruin - & she may not have a chance in avoiding to participate in it. Perhaps it would be for the best if the... siblings remained hidden, unknown.

if they still lived.