#blanche ward

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CLASSIC GENERATION IS OVER!

… now it’s time for the next generation to take place: the Dandy Generation.

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At the other end of town, another man had also returned home, and had been greeted with the same emotion. Charles had again found his true love and his three daughters who had grown tremendously. “You're here ... I cannot believe you're really here.” managed to articulate Blanche between two sobs.

“It's over, I'll never leave again, I promise you.” he said with extraordinary sincerity that came from his guts while stroking his wife's hair.

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Meet the cute lil’ Wynter.

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A few weeks later, in a small chapel on the outskirts of Windenburg, the two couples were married at the same time.

💐 💍

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BURNISHED GENERATION IS OVER!

… now it’s time for the next generation to take place: the Classic Generation.

🕰️ What happened before? A quick little sumary 🕰️ Marie and Alphonse peacefully died of old age, leaving three accomplished children behind. All found love and founded families, despite the obstacles they had to face. Even Alban and Ambre, who had endured some difficult years, found themselves now more united than ever; especially as the young woman carried in her belly the fruit of their love. Maybe it would be a girl? Because a wave of female births seemed to have affected Windenburg. The latest being the birth of Solange, Wynter's little sister.

🕰️ What happens now? 🕰️ The beginning of the 30's was going to hurt. A growing rumor was that a war was coming. All able-bodied men should soon join the front; leaving their wives and children alone. It was a safe bet that none would come back completely unscathed. Armed with these presumptions, the women of Windenburg began to organize for life to continue. Magdalena and Blanche would soon become teachers, one teaching young children at school in general subjects, and the other in music, which was her passion for all time. As for Ambre, she would soon have a general store that would also serve as a post office.

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Life was sweet. Or almost.

Camille and Magdalena spun the perfect love, just like Charles and Blanche who had a little girl named Wynter. Since the birth of their daughter, Blanche had been completely dedicated to her well being and her future education. Camille made quite a bit of money with his company and bought Alban's shares in the Mama Kin; leaving Charles the reins of the establishment. Because the only black point of this pretty picture was the recent depression of Alban. He had recently begun writing, writing, and writing again, locked up in his office, rarely putting his nose out. The situation was certainly difficult to live for Ambre too, but she was striving not to seek help from anyone.

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The time to go to the front had come.

The whole family found themselves at the cemetery to honor their ancestors, as if it could have some positive effect on the months, the years to come. The parting was hard and many tears flowed that day.

Who would live? Who would die? Who would be hurt? At this point, the questions were much more numerous than the answers.

When they separated for good, promising themselves a thousand and one things, the snow was already beginning to cover their tracks. As if they had never been.