Sic Semper Tyrannis - Technoblade(dreamsmp)

~warmth~

The day was warm, the air slightly humid but comfortable enough for the villagers to roam around and shop in the marketplace. The sun kissed the buildings of marecivitas and its citizens welcomed the warmth that had been gone for so long. After a long winter, the grasses and flowers finally grew again and the children ran around in the grasslands, picking flowers for their awaiting parents. In the streets the people had set up little stores which made up the marketplace at the center of the town. Isabella walked around them, fascinated by the craftsmanship of the wood carver, delighted by the smell of freshly baked bread, and entranced by the wonderfully colored dresses made by the seamstress.

It had been a while since Isabella had been in the town's centers. Her family lived in the borders of the town finding comfort and peace in the forest surrounding its gates. Still every once in a while Isabella enjoyed walking into the town to indulge in the sweets sold in the streets and maybe even a dress. She walked around grabbing and paying for some cookies in one stand and for some butter biscuits in another. The lady in the corner who usually sold honey pops was selling flower shaped candy suckers. Isabella grabbed a few, placing them gently into her basket so as to not break them. After deciding she'd rather come back next week when the seamstress had finished the dress she'd ordered, she made her way back through the streets to her home.

In front of Isabella's house was a plot of open area, cleared just after her parents moved there decades ago. In places of the large trees similar to the ones behind their home, the plot was filled by a field of flowers, pink and yellows, purples and blues, vibrant under the son. A thin path was made by placing rocks onto the floor which lead directly to the two story home. The house and its surrounding gate was made using the trees cleared in that land. Directly behind the cabin the tree line began. The incredibly tall trees made the large cabin seem small, but nobody minded, it only added to the coziness. She walked closer and closer, looking for her mother on the porch where she usually stood whenever Isabella would head into town. Today however, the porch was empty, the door was closed, and the blinds were shut. Isabella frowned.

She walked inside, being quiet in case her father was sleeping. The kitchen seemed a mess. Bottles of potions and medicinal herbs were scattered around. The tea in the kettle was whining, having been there for so long that the bubbles had spilled over and dried on the surface of the teapot. Isabella moved to remove the tea kettle from the fire but left the fire on to provide warmth which the open windows would have usually provided.

The seating area surrounding the fireplace was in shambles, as if someone had gotten up quickly and dropped the cushions from the chairs. The blankets which were kept in a basket were also dropped hastily on the floor.

"Mother?" she called out in a whisper-scream. Hearing the creaking of the wood above her head, she knew her mother would descend from the stairs any minute. Isabella decided to grab two cups, filling them with the tea and setting them on the table, sitting down while her mother came down.

"Isabella, I didn't know you had arrived" her voice was quiet and unstable, as if she had been tired and crying. "Hows father?" Isabella asked, expecting the same answer as always, "he'll be fine". But the answer she recieved was much worse, "it's time now".

Isabella stood up in an instant, going into her room with a hastiness she'd never had before. She reached for the bag she'd packed months ago, holding a change of clothing and some tools for her safety. Beside her bag she grabbed the small sword her brother had given to her when they were younger. She rushed down stairs, trusting that the packing she had done months ago had everything she needed. At the door her mother stood with another bag. Without a word Isabella knew that the pack was filled with dried meats and candied vegetables (for preservation). "I love you" her mother said, worried for the travel her only daughter would have to embark in.