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Marietta was floating above beautiful thickets of dark green forest. She soared through the sky as if she was a god, able to see all of those below her. The landscape was breathtaking, with skies the bluest blue she had ever seen, not a cloud in the sky.
Not a single one.
Suddenly smoke began rising from the treetops. But how? Where did the fire start? It was a beautiful day, no storm in sight. How were the trees burning… when there was no lightning?
The vision shifted and Marietta saw through the flames a small, six-year-old child. Elias of Stravos looked exactly like the child she befriended. Sweet, innocent, just a boy who wanted to be on stage and act until the day came where he would be King. Marietta loved the boy, saw him just like a brother. She’d had died for him, she cherished their friendship more than anything.
As he stepped closer and closer the flames grew larger and larger and Marietta felt herself choking. The boy grew too, older and older until he was standing right in front of Marietta, a cracked crown on his head, and a smile full of malice. His hands dripped with blood from the countless people he must have killed.
The countless people starved all because of his thirst for power.
The scene shifted and once more Marietta was in the riots. She felt her hair get pulled by the lady who threw her into the crowd. She saw the murderous eyes of the starving citizens, the looks of anger at the royals and nobles who did nothing for them. And then she saw Hebe. She was getting hurt. She was so small, so, so small. Her precious baby sister. Marietta watched as she broke, shattered, like glass… like the glass bead she had given Marietta.
Marietta ripped herself from the hag and threw herself ontop of Hebe, just like she did on that night. Only this time Hebe was dead in her arms. There was no getting her out. There was no saving her.
The fists and feet descended upon Marietta. She could do nothing but scream and sob, but even that got silenced as the smoke from the burning fire got caught in her lungs. All because of Elias. All because of his greed.
Marietta awoke with a scream. Quickly those screams turned to sobs. The girl was never a crier, and yet lately the fear took hold of her and that was all she did. The girl who hadn’t shed tears since childhood became a mess, a sweaty cold mess.
She had sat up straight, despite the pain in her body still recovering from the horrible nightmare that was reality… the horrible riots that nearly took her life. She hugged herself, face, arms, and ribs still bruised from the kicks and punches that descended on her with no end- not until apparently, Captain Hector of Arcana saved her life. Marietta was still unable to walk without healer’s assistance. It had barely been much time at all since she awoke from her coma, and her body was far from being completely healed.
And her mind was even further.
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Marietta was floating above beautiful thickets of dark green forest. She soared through the sky as if she was a god, able to see all of those below her. The landscape was breathtaking, with skies the bluest blue she had ever seen, not a cloud in the sky.
Not a single one.
Suddenly smoke began rising from the treetops. But how? Where did the fire start? It was a beautiful day, no storm in sight. How were the trees burning… when there was no lightning?
The vision shifted and Marietta saw through the flames a small, six-year-old child. Elias of Stravos looked exactly like the child she befriended. Sweet, innocent, just a boy who wanted to be on stage and act until the day came where he would be King. Marietta loved the boy, saw him just like a brother. She’d had died for him, she cherished their friendship more than anything.
As he stepped closer and closer the flames grew larger and larger and Marietta felt herself choking. The boy grew too, older and older until he was standing right in front of Marietta, a cracked crown on his head, and a smile full of malice. His hands dripped with blood from the countless people he must have killed.
The countless people starved all because of his thirst for power.
The scene shifted and once more Marietta was in the riots. She felt her hair get pulled by the lady who threw her into the crowd. She saw the murderous eyes of the starving citizens, the looks of anger at the royals and nobles who did nothing for them. And then she saw Hebe. She was getting hurt. She was so small, so, so small. Her precious baby sister. Marietta watched as she broke, shattered, like glass… like the glass bead she had given Marietta.
Marietta ripped herself from the hag and threw herself ontop of Hebe, just like she did on that night. Only this time Hebe was dead in her arms. There was no getting her out. There was no saving her.
The fists and feet descended upon Marietta. She could do nothing but scream and sob, but even that got silenced as the smoke from the burning fire got caught in her lungs. All because of Elias. All because of his greed.
Marietta awoke with a scream. Quickly those screams turned to sobs. The girl was never a crier, and yet lately the fear took hold of her and that was all she did. The girl who hadn’t shed tears since childhood became a mess, a sweaty cold mess.
She had sat up straight, despite the pain in her body still recovering from the horrible nightmare that was reality… the horrible riots that nearly took her life. She hugged herself, face, arms, and ribs still bruised from the kicks and punches that descended on her with no end- not until apparently, Captain Hector of Arcana saved her life. Marietta was still unable to walk without healer’s assistance. It had barely been much time at all since she awoke from her coma, and her body was far from being completely healed.
And her mind was even further.
Marietta was floating above beautiful thickets of dark green forest. She soared through the sky as if she was a god, able to see all of those below her. The landscape was breathtaking, with skies the bluest blue she had ever seen, not a cloud in the sky.
Not a single one.
Suddenly smoke began rising from the treetops. But how? Where did the fire start? It was a beautiful day, no storm in sight. How were the trees burning… when there was no lightning?
The vision shifted and Marietta saw through the flames a small, six-year-old child. Elias of Stravos looked exactly like the child she befriended. Sweet, innocent, just a boy who wanted to be on stage and act until the day came where he would be King. Marietta loved the boy, saw him just like a brother. She’d had died for him, she cherished their friendship more than anything.
As he stepped closer and closer the flames grew larger and larger and Marietta felt herself choking. The boy grew too, older and older until he was standing right in front of Marietta, a cracked crown on his head, and a smile full of malice. His hands dripped with blood from the countless people he must have killed.
The countless people starved all because of his thirst for power.
The scene shifted and once more Marietta was in the riots. She felt her hair get pulled by the lady who threw her into the crowd. She saw the murderous eyes of the starving citizens, the looks of anger at the royals and nobles who did nothing for them. And then she saw Hebe. She was getting hurt. She was so small, so, so small. Her precious baby sister. Marietta watched as she broke, shattered, like glass… like the glass bead she had given Marietta.
Marietta ripped herself from the hag and threw herself ontop of Hebe, just like she did on that night. Only this time Hebe was dead in her arms. There was no getting her out. There was no saving her.
The fists and feet descended upon Marietta. She could do nothing but scream and sob, but even that got silenced as the smoke from the burning fire got caught in her lungs. All because of Elias. All because of his greed.
Marietta awoke with a scream. Quickly those screams turned to sobs. The girl was never a crier, and yet lately the fear took hold of her and that was all she did. The girl who hadn’t shed tears since childhood became a mess, a sweaty cold mess.
She had sat up straight, despite the pain in her body still recovering from the horrible nightmare that was reality… the horrible riots that nearly took her life. She hugged herself, face, arms, and ribs still bruised from the kicks and punches that descended on her with no end- not until apparently, Captain Hector of Arcana saved her life. Marietta was still unable to walk without healer’s assistance. It had barely been much time at all since she awoke from her coma, and her body was far from being completely healed.
And her mind was even further.
Sanasa found herself not sleeping much as of late. Ever since the day she could have lost not one, but two sisters to the riots she was always on edge. Aside from her own personal failures Sanasa feared little, and although the turmoil in Athenia has caused some slight unease, she had never felt helpless. The riots that injured Hebe and left Marietta comatose had changed everything.
Mostly keeping to her room, Sanasa would spend most of the week Marietta had been in a coma trying to convince herself to go and sit with her sister. She found herself unable to do so and would try to find other ways to keep busy. Sanasa would often journal her thoughts each evening, but now? She was always pouring her feelings onto pages just praying to the God's that things would just return to some sense of normal.
She had never been so relieved when Marietta woke up. Yet, she still often struggled with going to see her sister. She knew that the road to recovery would still be a long and painful one and being that injured would require a lot of rest and silence. Of course she had gone once to check in on her and sit with her for a bit, but it was Evi who was closest with Marietta, and it was Hebe who had been the one with her during the whole ordeal. Sanasa felt being around just put her in the way of her parents, sisters, and the healers.
Ever since she woke up Marietta had been plagued with nightmares. Sanasa knew this, because at times when she could not sleep she would hear the sobs echo. She wasn't heartless but she knew that Marietta wasn't one to cry, and wanted to spare her any shame from such displays of emotion. Tonight seemed different, though. The screams had been louder, lasted for longer, and the sound of it felt like a knife had ripped through her heart.
Although the eldest two were so close in age that it often caused more conflicts rather than drawing them closer, Sanasa loved Marietta dearly and couldn't imagine what a life would be like if she had not awoken from her comatose state. She also understood Marietta's plight to protect Hebe and if she had of been present she would have done the same to protect both of them. She should have been there.
Fighting her own guilt, Sanasa found herself hastily walking towards Marietta's room. She was surprised no one else had been awoken by this point, but everyone was understandably exhausted. She walked in to Marietta sitting straight up in bed, and felt herself feel a little bit of panic.
She shouldn't be sitting up like that. Not in her current condition. She walked over a little more quickly now, "It's okay, sister. I'm here and you're safe. Hebe is safe and we are all fine now." Sanasa tried to soothe, "Why don't you lay back down? I can help you if you need. Perhaps we can get the healer to bring you something to help sleep. Or what about tea, shall I call on someone to make you some tea?"
Truth be told, Sanasa wanted to comfort Marietta, but she wasn't sure how.
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Sanasa found herself not sleeping much as of late. Ever since the day she could have lost not one, but two sisters to the riots she was always on edge. Aside from her own personal failures Sanasa feared little, and although the turmoil in Athenia has caused some slight unease, she had never felt helpless. The riots that injured Hebe and left Marietta comatose had changed everything.
Mostly keeping to her room, Sanasa would spend most of the week Marietta had been in a coma trying to convince herself to go and sit with her sister. She found herself unable to do so and would try to find other ways to keep busy. Sanasa would often journal her thoughts each evening, but now? She was always pouring her feelings onto pages just praying to the God's that things would just return to some sense of normal.
She had never been so relieved when Marietta woke up. Yet, she still often struggled with going to see her sister. She knew that the road to recovery would still be a long and painful one and being that injured would require a lot of rest and silence. Of course she had gone once to check in on her and sit with her for a bit, but it was Evi who was closest with Marietta, and it was Hebe who had been the one with her during the whole ordeal. Sanasa felt being around just put her in the way of her parents, sisters, and the healers.
Ever since she woke up Marietta had been plagued with nightmares. Sanasa knew this, because at times when she could not sleep she would hear the sobs echo. She wasn't heartless but she knew that Marietta wasn't one to cry, and wanted to spare her any shame from such displays of emotion. Tonight seemed different, though. The screams had been louder, lasted for longer, and the sound of it felt like a knife had ripped through her heart.
Although the eldest two were so close in age that it often caused more conflicts rather than drawing them closer, Sanasa loved Marietta dearly and couldn't imagine what a life would be like if she had not awoken from her comatose state. She also understood Marietta's plight to protect Hebe and if she had of been present she would have done the same to protect both of them. She should have been there.
Fighting her own guilt, Sanasa found herself hastily walking towards Marietta's room. She was surprised no one else had been awoken by this point, but everyone was understandably exhausted. She walked in to Marietta sitting straight up in bed, and felt herself feel a little bit of panic.
She shouldn't be sitting up like that. Not in her current condition. She walked over a little more quickly now, "It's okay, sister. I'm here and you're safe. Hebe is safe and we are all fine now." Sanasa tried to soothe, "Why don't you lay back down? I can help you if you need. Perhaps we can get the healer to bring you something to help sleep. Or what about tea, shall I call on someone to make you some tea?"
Truth be told, Sanasa wanted to comfort Marietta, but she wasn't sure how.
Sanasa found herself not sleeping much as of late. Ever since the day she could have lost not one, but two sisters to the riots she was always on edge. Aside from her own personal failures Sanasa feared little, and although the turmoil in Athenia has caused some slight unease, she had never felt helpless. The riots that injured Hebe and left Marietta comatose had changed everything.
Mostly keeping to her room, Sanasa would spend most of the week Marietta had been in a coma trying to convince herself to go and sit with her sister. She found herself unable to do so and would try to find other ways to keep busy. Sanasa would often journal her thoughts each evening, but now? She was always pouring her feelings onto pages just praying to the God's that things would just return to some sense of normal.
She had never been so relieved when Marietta woke up. Yet, she still often struggled with going to see her sister. She knew that the road to recovery would still be a long and painful one and being that injured would require a lot of rest and silence. Of course she had gone once to check in on her and sit with her for a bit, but it was Evi who was closest with Marietta, and it was Hebe who had been the one with her during the whole ordeal. Sanasa felt being around just put her in the way of her parents, sisters, and the healers.
Ever since she woke up Marietta had been plagued with nightmares. Sanasa knew this, because at times when she could not sleep she would hear the sobs echo. She wasn't heartless but she knew that Marietta wasn't one to cry, and wanted to spare her any shame from such displays of emotion. Tonight seemed different, though. The screams had been louder, lasted for longer, and the sound of it felt like a knife had ripped through her heart.
Although the eldest two were so close in age that it often caused more conflicts rather than drawing them closer, Sanasa loved Marietta dearly and couldn't imagine what a life would be like if she had not awoken from her comatose state. She also understood Marietta's plight to protect Hebe and if she had of been present she would have done the same to protect both of them. She should have been there.
Fighting her own guilt, Sanasa found herself hastily walking towards Marietta's room. She was surprised no one else had been awoken by this point, but everyone was understandably exhausted. She walked in to Marietta sitting straight up in bed, and felt herself feel a little bit of panic.
She shouldn't be sitting up like that. Not in her current condition. She walked over a little more quickly now, "It's okay, sister. I'm here and you're safe. Hebe is safe and we are all fine now." Sanasa tried to soothe, "Why don't you lay back down? I can help you if you need. Perhaps we can get the healer to bring you something to help sleep. Or what about tea, shall I call on someone to make you some tea?"
Truth be told, Sanasa wanted to comfort Marietta, but she wasn't sure how.
How unusual the situation Marietta found herself in. A girl who rarely cried being hugged by a girl who often did not seek to give her comfort. And yet Marietta clung to Sanasa, as if it was only her that kept her falling deeper into the dark abyss.
And yet, even as she sobbed into her sister, into the abyss she still fell. Marietta was drowning. She was consumed by fear. She had never been one for violence. As a child she used to watch her cousins sparring through split fingers. The clash of swords, the sparks of steel, all of that made her nervous. A child born of a military family was scared of action. And yet, true violent, true hate, it was worse than she had ever imagined. It wasn’t like her cousins who fought almost like it was a dance, with rhythm and motion. It was cruel. It was cold. It was desperate. The malice that was in the eyes of those commoners lacked reason and empathy. There was no logic to that evening, only chaos and horror.
Hebe is safe. Sanasa said that and when she did it suddenly felt for a moment that Marietta could breathe. Yes, yes, Hebe is safe. She’s here. She’s okay. Everything is okay. My sister is okay. Whether it was Hebe, Evi, or Sanasa, Marietta would have always dove ontop of them to keep them from getting harmed. Marietta would give her life for any of her sisters. But seeing Hebe there, the smallest and most precious of all the Antonis, is what hurt her the most. How easily broken her sister was. How quickly she could have been lost. How… cruel could this world be?
[iHebe is safe. Hebe is safe.[/i] Marietta finally gulped down some tears and nodded her head pathetically, wiping the tears from her eyes. Gods, how was she such a mess? She was like a toddler screaming over a nightmare, wanting to sleep in her parents bed. And yet instead of lecture her, Sanasa was there comforting her, asking if she wanted someone to get her tea. It was… nice. Marietta could appreciate that. If only… the tea would help
“I don’t want to sleep more,” Marietta finally said quietly, as continued to wipe the eyes that wouldn’t stop flowing down her cheeks. She let out a big sniff. She wasn’t a pretty crier. Maybe that was why she never did it. Her eyes were red and puffy, her nose was runny, and she just felt awful. “I really, really don’t want to sleep.”
Marietta was never what you called a brave girl. She always had slept with a candlelight on, fearing that something might come for her in the dark. She was afraid of swords, and even something as simple as talking. But never had she been so terrified of sleep before. It was chilling, more so than darkness or speaking. Since she opened her eyes from her coma the thought of sleeping was something she never wanted to have again.
And yet it was unavoidable.
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How unusual the situation Marietta found herself in. A girl who rarely cried being hugged by a girl who often did not seek to give her comfort. And yet Marietta clung to Sanasa, as if it was only her that kept her falling deeper into the dark abyss.
And yet, even as she sobbed into her sister, into the abyss she still fell. Marietta was drowning. She was consumed by fear. She had never been one for violence. As a child she used to watch her cousins sparring through split fingers. The clash of swords, the sparks of steel, all of that made her nervous. A child born of a military family was scared of action. And yet, true violent, true hate, it was worse than she had ever imagined. It wasn’t like her cousins who fought almost like it was a dance, with rhythm and motion. It was cruel. It was cold. It was desperate. The malice that was in the eyes of those commoners lacked reason and empathy. There was no logic to that evening, only chaos and horror.
Hebe is safe. Sanasa said that and when she did it suddenly felt for a moment that Marietta could breathe. Yes, yes, Hebe is safe. She’s here. She’s okay. Everything is okay. My sister is okay. Whether it was Hebe, Evi, or Sanasa, Marietta would have always dove ontop of them to keep them from getting harmed. Marietta would give her life for any of her sisters. But seeing Hebe there, the smallest and most precious of all the Antonis, is what hurt her the most. How easily broken her sister was. How quickly she could have been lost. How… cruel could this world be?
[iHebe is safe. Hebe is safe.[/i] Marietta finally gulped down some tears and nodded her head pathetically, wiping the tears from her eyes. Gods, how was she such a mess? She was like a toddler screaming over a nightmare, wanting to sleep in her parents bed. And yet instead of lecture her, Sanasa was there comforting her, asking if she wanted someone to get her tea. It was… nice. Marietta could appreciate that. If only… the tea would help
“I don’t want to sleep more,” Marietta finally said quietly, as continued to wipe the eyes that wouldn’t stop flowing down her cheeks. She let out a big sniff. She wasn’t a pretty crier. Maybe that was why she never did it. Her eyes were red and puffy, her nose was runny, and she just felt awful. “I really, really don’t want to sleep.”
Marietta was never what you called a brave girl. She always had slept with a candlelight on, fearing that something might come for her in the dark. She was afraid of swords, and even something as simple as talking. But never had she been so terrified of sleep before. It was chilling, more so than darkness or speaking. Since she opened her eyes from her coma the thought of sleeping was something she never wanted to have again.
And yet it was unavoidable.
How unusual the situation Marietta found herself in. A girl who rarely cried being hugged by a girl who often did not seek to give her comfort. And yet Marietta clung to Sanasa, as if it was only her that kept her falling deeper into the dark abyss.
And yet, even as she sobbed into her sister, into the abyss she still fell. Marietta was drowning. She was consumed by fear. She had never been one for violence. As a child she used to watch her cousins sparring through split fingers. The clash of swords, the sparks of steel, all of that made her nervous. A child born of a military family was scared of action. And yet, true violent, true hate, it was worse than she had ever imagined. It wasn’t like her cousins who fought almost like it was a dance, with rhythm and motion. It was cruel. It was cold. It was desperate. The malice that was in the eyes of those commoners lacked reason and empathy. There was no logic to that evening, only chaos and horror.
Hebe is safe. Sanasa said that and when she did it suddenly felt for a moment that Marietta could breathe. Yes, yes, Hebe is safe. She’s here. She’s okay. Everything is okay. My sister is okay. Whether it was Hebe, Evi, or Sanasa, Marietta would have always dove ontop of them to keep them from getting harmed. Marietta would give her life for any of her sisters. But seeing Hebe there, the smallest and most precious of all the Antonis, is what hurt her the most. How easily broken her sister was. How quickly she could have been lost. How… cruel could this world be?
[iHebe is safe. Hebe is safe.[/i] Marietta finally gulped down some tears and nodded her head pathetically, wiping the tears from her eyes. Gods, how was she such a mess? She was like a toddler screaming over a nightmare, wanting to sleep in her parents bed. And yet instead of lecture her, Sanasa was there comforting her, asking if she wanted someone to get her tea. It was… nice. Marietta could appreciate that. If only… the tea would help
“I don’t want to sleep more,” Marietta finally said quietly, as continued to wipe the eyes that wouldn’t stop flowing down her cheeks. She let out a big sniff. She wasn’t a pretty crier. Maybe that was why she never did it. Her eyes were red and puffy, her nose was runny, and she just felt awful. “I really, really don’t want to sleep.”
Marietta was never what you called a brave girl. She always had slept with a candlelight on, fearing that something might come for her in the dark. She was afraid of swords, and even something as simple as talking. But never had she been so terrified of sleep before. It was chilling, more so than darkness or speaking. Since she opened her eyes from her coma the thought of sleeping was something she never wanted to have again.