Queen Emmy of Linlithgow

Indie || OC || RP || 18+ || Trigger Warning: Trauma || Creator: Elysse || Fantasy || Fairy || FC: Maria Amanda

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Is It Time?

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Emmy heard rustling from the tent and wondered what Esteria was up to but it wasn’t long before she saw the girl walking quickly towards her, bowl in hand. Emmy continued washing herself off as she watched the girl start to clean up her bloodied gown, the blood pooling around Esteria causing flashbacks to come. Everene. 

Esteria looked kind of like Everene in this instance, had the little girl been able to reach 13, blood around her, she could remember the smell of death. Emmy clutched at her chest as the pain emerged. It had been years but the memories still came, mostly at night though. It was almost as if her mind switched, Vayne emerging as if to protect her from the memories. 

“Stop it Esteria. Put that down and get out! You needn’t worry yourself with what I do” Vayne said walking towards her through the water. She grabbed the dress and pulled it from Esterias hands. 

“I protect you because I care about you. Going out there with me will only put yourself in danger and I have worked hard to make sure that you’ve never been put into harms way so why would I change all of that now?” She didn’t mean to sound harsh but as the words left her mouth she could tell they were said with steel. 

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As the dress was pulled from her hands droplets of blood were flung onto Esteria’s face and chest, which began to mix with the tears that had started trickling down her face. She felt heat grow from the tips of her fingers to the ends of her hair. She knew if she kept this up she knew he would come soon and take over but she swore she would not let him, not in front of Emmy and definitely not in front of this second version of her. She buried her face in her hands using the cold blood that coated them to calm her down. After a few short breaths she took them away, letting the few remaining tears to stream down her face and make paths in the blood handprints that marked her pale skin.

“Am I not allowed to care for you because you’re afraid of what might happen to me; I can’t even remember the people I’ve lost. You are my entire world and I can’t stand the feeling of not knowing you’ll come home!” Esteria spoke in a voice so void of any emotion, completely betraying what was going on inside her head. “If you continue forcing me to relive this grief every time I don’t know how much longer I can stay here.” With the last sentence Esteria turned and walked into the darkening forest as the sun began setting, ignoring the yelling from behind her.

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The motherly instinct in her wanted to reach out and hug her. Tell her everything was going to be okay. She had never really made her cry before, not like this at least. How could she ask this of her? Though it made sense, Emmy never really talked about her past. After she had pulled the dress away blood splashed onto Esteria’s face. Her own blood. She did this. Vayne thought differently though; How dare she speak this way to her, after all she had done for her, she could have left her there to die, something in her told her that might have been a better idea long ago but after loosing her child she felt a connection to this one. They have both lost so many. 

The words cut into her like knives. Leave? Did Esteria threaten to leave? How could she? Emotions flooded through her and she hardly knew what to say. She  watched as Esteria rushed off. “YOU ARE ALLOWED TO CARE ESTERIA BUT YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY PERSON WHO HAS LOST SOMEONE DEAR TO YOU” she yelled back, though Esteria just kept on walking away. “YOU CANT JUST THREATEN TO LEAVE ME, WHERE WOULD YOU EVEN GO? YOU KNOW NOTHING OF THIS WORLD” she felt regret slightly for yelling, but how could she understand. Maybe it was time to tell her the truth. She was 13 now, practically a young lady. Though she would never know the mannerisms of one, she wasn’t raised by humans, but rather a vengeful Faery. Would she have been better off raised by someone else? Or would the same catastrophe follow her? 

She finished wiping herself off, some blood still in her hair as she walked to the clothing line that held another garment. Putting it on she thought about what she had said and it was true. How could she let her sit here waiting? What if one day she didn’t come back, Esteria would know how to live off the land but not know the dangers of others. Not know how to take care of herself against attackers. She didn’t know how to fight and it seems as though that might be neglectful. Emmy did put her in danger by going after evil. Who knew it would take this to make her realize she isn’t a little girl anymore?

She could feel Vayne leave her as the anger settled and she took a deep breath and started walking into the woods. She couldn't tell exactly where she had gone but felt a presence of a being. Should she leave her be? No, she needed to talk to her, needed to apologize. Emmy called out for her, “Esteria? Darling! Please come back, I’m sorry!” she called out, hoping that she would hear her.

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Is It Time?

Continued From Here [x] @innocentxesteria

Emmy heard rustling from the tent and wondered what Esteria was up to but it wasn’t long before she saw the girl walking quickly towards her, bowl in hand. Emmy continued washing herself off as she watched the girl start to clean up her bloodied gown, the blood pooling around Esteria causing flashbacks to come. Everene. 

Esteria looked kind of like Everene in this instance, had the little girl been able to reach 13, blood around her, she could remember the smell of death. Emmy clutched at her chest as the pain emerged. It had been years but the memories still came, mostly at night though. It was almost as if her mind switched, Vayne emerging as if to protect her from the memories. 

“Stop it Esteria. Put that down and get out! You needn't worry yourself with what I do” Vayne said walking towards her through the water. She grabbed the dress and pulled it from Esterias hands. 

“I protect you because I care about you. Going out there with me will only put yourself in danger and I have worked hard to make sure that you've never been put into harms way so why would I change all of that now?” She didn’t mean to sound harsh but as the words left her mouth she could tell they were said with steel. 

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That Night

Burning. She could see it from a distance, smoke filling the sky though she wasn’t sure where exactly it was coming from. In fact Emmy wasn’t even sure where she was either. The last thing she remembered... *Panic* she felt her stomach and felt nothing. As if her little baby had never been there to begin with. She screamed with anguish and grabbed at the grass, her knuckles turning white with the force of her clenched fist.  Everything around her turned to dust, as if the life from her surroundings were being burnt to ash. There was no control, she couldn’t contain herself as she felt the loss of her her child. 

How? Was it him? Lysnader? She loved him and he tried to kill her, for power. The love she felt, it hurt her. Emmy couldn’t stop screaming and it seemed as though the longer she screamed the farther the purple flames of her power shot out in every direction. Her baby, her people. Revenge. She struggled as she got off the ground, her knees shaking as she tried to stand. She took a step but fell, her hands taking the brunt of the fall, cutting her palms but she didn’t care she bared the pain and got up again, managing to run. Once she regained her balance she sprinted in the direction of the smoke. Was it her land? her people? Once she started getting momentum she flew into the sky at full force, using all of the strength she had she soared high, looking around as she flew to see where it was he had taken her. It was far but the closer she got the more nauseous she felt. It really could be her little kingdom. 

Once she got into view she could see it. What would have been her home. The cottages were burnt and broken to the ground, the livestock butchered, the nature almost seeming to disappear. Looking around she could see her villagers homes, her home. Gone. Emmy gasped for air, not realizing she was holding her breath. She flew to the ground in the middle of the village and stood there hardly being able to take in her surroundings. Dead, they were all dead. Simille, her life long friend, Samuel, Simille’s lover and Travisne the shop keeper. Everyone was dead. Tears flew from her eyes so much so that she could hardly see as she shakily walked down what would have been the market place. She grabbed at her chest, as if her heart would stop and leave her dead. How she wished we could be dead with them. So much pain. So much loss. She hurt. As she walked she saw her, little Everene. She would have been 5 this year. She fell to the ground beside her and held her, lifting her into an embrace as she screamed. She had such a bright future. They all did. She had never made these sounds before, a mix between screaming and sobbing. Could she handle this pain?

It might have been hours, she couldn’t tell but it was dark out now. There was no sign of life, or of movement. She couldn't move, she wanted to run around and check every person just in case but the magic inside her told her no, there was no survivors. Dead, every man woman and child gone.  She laid on the ground next to Everene and closed her eyes, tears still falling, whimpers still leaving her lips. 

Emmy opened her eyes, looked around her and realized it wasn't a dream. It was real, the loss was overwhelming. She wished it was her instead, if she had just listened and done the deeds Lysander wanted herself. She could have done it alone but she thought this was the best option, to refuse and now this. Had she known the answer would have been different. How could she live with a pain like this? The guilt. 

“I should have been there... I could have saved them. How could I have been so STUPID?! The things Lysander was saying.. I thought it was just a thought, of taking over the lands and growing our strength but I said no, I had explained this land and its people but I should have seen it coming. How could they have looked up to me. They said I was strongest but if this was true, then how could i not save you all. The look in his eyes changed that day...but I thought it was something else... I needed it to be something else. So selfish...” she whispered. Though speaking made her throat hurt. It was raw from all the screaming. 

They needed a proper burial. All of them. They weren’t a huge colony of faeries but it would still take days. 354 beautiful souls... all gone. when she felt like she could move she let go of Everene and picked her up, carrying her to the field surrounding her home that had not been scorched. After putting her down she used her magic to move the dirt, making a grave for the little body. She moved her hands allowing the magic to flow through her and flowers started to grow on top of her. “She would have loved them” she said, tears once again flowing down her face. 

She did this for everybody, days went by and she didn’t sleep. Day and night she worked hard and til exhaustion but she kept going. At one point her body ached from using so much of her power and she used a shovel to do it herself. all of the remaining 132 people. Had she not felt so much pain she could have used her powers to do them all. Maybe she deserved this pain and exhaustion. She would do it all. Once they were together, all buried next to their friends and loved ones she recited the chant of death. That their lives would not be forgotten, that their souls would pass on into Aerienth the underworld for magical creatures. Serenity. They would get peace there. Though she will never live in peace again. Using what little power she had she created a sword from the earth, it lifted from the ground, roots and moss enveloping it before shifting and forming metal. Wesleyne would have said it was her best craftsmanship though she could have made it bigger, in his eyes every weapon wasn't ‘cool’ unless it was huge. Wesleyne was the welder, the tinkerer and the epitome of pranks. “I know Wes” she said with a sad smile. 

She held the sword, its roots forming to fit her hand just right, as she lifted it from the ground. “Kill yourself” she thought inside. “Take the pain away”. She lifted the sword and held it to her stomach, where her baby should have been but wasn't and was about to thrust it through when the winds picked up and the tree’s screamed and the grass enveloped her feet. “Don’t. Stop” it said. What was this? Why were they doing this didn't they see how much pain she was in? She wanted to be with her people. “Live” the winds said. No. Urged. Blowing past her ears it whispered until she succumbed. Fine. She raised the sward high, her head tilted to the sun and the sky. 

“I swear to the gods and the earth that I will live for them. I will eat for them and I will breath for them” she said. Her eyes got cold, her heart got dark and she felt something in her shift, as if the pain was too much to bare and another soul entered so it would be the one to feel the pain instead of her. “And I vow... I will kill that son of a bitch. He and every person capable of such a crime. I will destroy the evil in this world and contain its purity. I will save the innocence. This I promise you. Lysander... you will die at my hand for taking everything away from me”

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Decided to make a new portrait for one of my oldest D&D characters.  Robin left home in the company of a master bard, with dreams of becoming a bard himself at age 12.  There isn’t much that Robin cares about and most things in life he sees as either passing amusements or annoyances, but his music and his career as a bard are dead serious to him.  He spends hours and hours learning new methods, practicing, composing, and perfecting his skills.  He was so determined not to return home that when he was young, he would play until his fingers bled, and his master would have to heal him.  He’s had a rough time of it and puts on a sarcastic, uncaring front, but beneath all the bravado he’s a hopeless romantic, desperate not to be found out.  

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