Death and the Maiden of Spring

The Queen of Death and the Pomegranate

Quite some time ago, two small children snuck into Mother Creator's workshop after stealing the key. Bright blue eyed wisdom and his fiery brother seek to create a hunting companion. It is to be perfect and divine, to be like one of them. Shelves stocked with oddities and squirming pieces in jars, they picked out what suited them best. The loyal heart of a wolf, the intimating roar of a grizzly, the unstoppable will of boar's tusks, hooves of a stag's flawless grace, and the mystery hidden within the feathers of a raven.

Lastly, strands of their hair were added to the concoction so that their creation gained immortality. The littlest sister climbed over to look into the bubbling cauldron accidentally dropping the seeds she chewed upon. Life suddenly sprung forth and their inexperience created a monster.

The creature escaped from the heavens and roamed the land terrorizing mortals. Leaving nothing but destruction and blood in its wake. Mother Creator was furious at the newest mischief caused by her sons, and ordered them as punishment to kill the monster. Given their father's god-slaying sword, the tiny frightened pair of brothers set off.

Upon discovering the creature's whereabouts, the small child of fire gripped on his father's overly sized blade to end its life. The monster covered in feathery fur tainted in blood cried in happiness at the sight of the child. Flowers flourished the ground around it as a result. In fact all vegetation it touched sprung into life; a beauty that was impossible to set comparison. All fear left him dropping the blade so he can run and embrace the creature.

He cried, his face buried within the warmth of the black iridescent feathers...

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Erwin sat looking down on the entirety of earth, a planet filled with life and complications. Not a word escaped his lips as he watched from over the balcony pensive in thought. The famine and lack of vegetation was a significant problem, indeed, but nothing like confronting the issue regarding his brother. Rivaille was on ill terms toward him for the longest time and there was nothing capable of changing that. Well at least he hoped the recent incident can be the exception

Rivaille coming up to him asking for a wife is unprecedented and extremely unusual. Instead of following his request and setting him up with a bride, Erwin was more in fact curious to whom Rivaille chose if given the chance; while at the same time sparing himself the trouble of getting into disputes with other gods. Quite underhanded, Erwin admitted to himself, for it does nothing but continue to sour things between them.

But in all of that, what Erwin secretly hoped, was to see if Rivaille's chosen bride were to be the one to undo the damage that he had caused him. For he was the very reason that Death came to existence.

The enormous golden ornate doors of his chamber opened, allowing a small serious woman to step forth. She walked forward in dutiful strides only slowing down as she closed in on his person. She was plated in armor of crystal and platinum. A cloak woven in laced ice draped the marble floors as she knelt down on one knee, a clench fist pressed against her heart in salute.

"Father, you called. What do you need of me?"

He came closer to her and lightly tapped her shoulder, "Rise Annie. There is no need to show show formalities. You're my daughter."

She was the second oldest after the twins, Armin and Historia, and the most quiet. She lived in the mountains in the most isolated part of the world covered in ice and snow.

Annie slowly stood.

"I'm sure you noticed. The lands have dried due to certain complications. So while I work things out, I need for you to bring your winter and care for the land in the best way you can." he explained.