The wild wind howled as your hands graced the ash of the earth that had once been. It was a graveyard of forgotten souls. Sulfur and smoke lingered on the tip of your nose. The smell was choking to the throat. Heels would have clicked if it wasn't for the the blanket of snow mixed ash. She was gone. She had slipped through your fingertips without the slightest goodbye. Where you heartbroken? She had changed so much. Your lip tremebled upon stumbling over the remainders of what was left of an old ceremony site. You took in a deep breath as the snowflakes kissed your covered shoulders.
If you could turn back time, you would have. You set six red roses on the earth. One for Karl Heisenberg, Salvatore Moreau, Donna Beneviento and Alcina Dimitrescu. Then finally, Mother Miranda and her daughter, Eva. You wiped away some fresh tears. You had already mourned enough. Or so you thought. "Hello, it appears I have another customer." a familiar voice chuckled lightly. You turned slowly. Your hood covering your face. The Duke. You let out a sigh of relief. He was okay. You weren't sure if he had survived the incident. "Have we met? You seem oddly familiar" he eyes you suspiciously. You removed your hood to reveal yourself. A gasp left the large man. Your golden eyes met his blue. "Well, if it isn't the red priestess herself. (Y/n) Hart. I haven't seen you in years. It's a pleasure to see you again, dear friend." the Duke rejoiced as he took in your form. It was different then your usual appearance. Then again people change. "I see you are as radiant as ever." he commented with a smile. You couldn't meet his eyes. Too detracted by the landscape before you. "Why, Lady Hart, whatever is the matter, dear." he frowned.
You felt a sob escape your lips. "She's gone." You cried. "they're all gone, duke." your tears trailed down your face. Yet there was no gentle hand to wipe them away this time. Your sobs became more violent. The duke's brows furrowed. He leaned down and gave you a handkerchief. You thanked him and dried your tears. Despite this there was still the feeling of jelly in your legs. "I'm sorry." you frowned, your head spinning with thoughts of discomfort. She died painfully. She died alone. You should've been there. Why weren't you there? "I should have been here. I shouldn't have run off after-I'm such an arrogant fool." you growled at yourself.
The Duke frowned and offered you a seat by his carriage. You accepted as your eyes scanned the wasteland. "I'm afraid your presence wouldn't have made a difference, Lady Hart. The village would have still blown up regardless. Deaths would still take place." he frowned and rested a comforting hand on your shoulder. He gave you a hot chocolate with a smile of reassurance. Where did he whip that from? Nether the less, you accepted the drink. The liquid tickled down your throat. "I hope you are aware how mad... Your lover was. This is peace for her. To reunite with her child. You are aware how desperate she was to get Eva back. Well, now they're together again. Even if it's because of death. Perhaps it is to be a blessing." he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.
You sighed and rested your head against the carriage. "And what of the Lords. What of Alcina, karl, little Donna and Sal?" you questioned in a sigh. "What of them, duke? An I just to forget them? Forget Miranda...." you whispered as your voice broke. The duke was silent. "Is this the end of our story? Happily ever after my ass." you chuckled in spite as the tears continued to roll. "I know this was the cost of her... Madness. I just wasn't willing to pay." you continued.
The Duke thought momentarily before giving a sigh. "Lady (Y/n), you never did tell me how yourself and Miranda became close... I remember you told me about the wesker girl incident. I was there for half of it." he chuckled in... You would dare say almost pride. "you told me little things." he hummed. "Would I be overstepping a boundary if I were to ask if you would tell me the story of such a love life. I'm sure it must have been fun while it lasted. Having the village priestess as your lover must have made life easier then the ones of the village?" he hummed as he took a drag from his cigar.
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The Crow And Her Sparrow
Hayran KurguYou set six red roses on the earth. One for Karl Heisenberg, Salvatore Moreau, Donna Beneviento and Alcina Dimitrescu. Then finally, Mother Miranda and her daughter, Eva. You wiped away some fresh tears. You had already mourned enough. Or so you tho...