#sotn.

It felt as it they’d wandered through oceans of time and dream, shambling through until nothing else remained. Sypha’s limbs were stiff with disuse, the cobwebs of unawareness falling away as the dark, damp confines of a place like a mausoleum that had been their tomb for gods knew how long. Their robes were tattered, but still wearable as they collected themself to their feet and grabbed their staff nearby, as bitten by age as everything but their flesh and blood. The last Sypha had remembered was seeking revenge at Carmilla’s castle, leaving Trevor with their two daughters and son behind in Wallachia, somewhere. All to thwart her resurrection of the dark lord, but... everything after was utterly lost of them.

No matter. They needed to escape and find some way from such a terrible place. 

England, well--it wasn’t a place Sypha had ever thought they’d wind up, centuries out of their original time. But, with Alucard unaware and their descendants scattered, it was something of a chase against time and they had little to go upon except a surname: Aulin, one of the branch families of the Belnades descended into England. The streets were foggy and unpleasantly gray, especially compared to their fatherland that was its antithesis. But, aside from looking odd, there wasn’t much else for the former monk.

Almost two hundred years. Two hundred years of blankness, nothingness, then awoken and used a pawn to fight one of their oldest and dearest comrades, bearing absolutely no control over themselves or their faculties, being able to do little more than watch as their life essences were manipulated by an external force that muted all possibility of escape. Traveling, escaping the Old World that held too many memories while being unfamiliar all that once--only to come to new soil to find the skies engulfed in flame, plumes of smoke lit by an inferno as screams arose and resounded tortuously into the night.

What was God doing? Was this... Was it those times, all over again?

Sypha spurred their mount who changed leads into a flying gallop, riding hard for the village where the unthinkable was occurring all over again.