Through the Eyes of Death

꧁༺ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓞𝓷𝓮 ༻꧂

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Vivienne

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A war rages on. A war that was waged to liberate the Blot Kingdom's people, once and for all against a raging Tyrant going by the name of Jacob De Valu. My people, The Blot Kingdom, was once great, our warriors show ferociousity throughout perils and times of war. Our libraries and education systems are prized above all. The Blot's people live rich and bountiful lives. There are homes for those with no homes, places for people to rest that were patrolled... but now because this tyrant sought the strength of all that could oppose them. Our kingdom was the strength the tyrant De Valu sought to fight his seemingly endless battle.

And there is me. I trained with no rival in sight, but my rare gift to nullify is weak. Yet despite all these factors; there is nothing in this world that will stop me from freeing our people. I am still powerless even with my unique and rare ability. Only able to weaken 5 novice entrancers' magic. Every other magic I was trained in is powerful but this rare ability to nullify magic is weak. In centuries of no magic ever being recorded with this power, no one could help me. My father, the king of the once great Blot empire, King Bjorn scoured ancient libraries and lost cities to help me...

But even my father could not aid in my search for a teacher.

So a bandage set over a deep scar would need constant attention. To make sure that myself, my siblings, Alric, Elijah, Nicholas, and the future generations of every kingdom safety would be ensured for every child, woman, man, and elder that could manage the journey would all be sent off to secret sanctuaries for learning and a way to keep traditions alive. Every nation would think in unison about this life-altering strategic move in times of war. The cost would be our kingdom's beauty; that is a rather meek and small price for peace and freedom.

As we aged our art to fight the wars planned ahead of us. My family's beauty also strengthened with the times. My mother blessed my long sleek hair, but my eyes are my father's. A sharp emerald green most people who look into them say that they are soul-piercing, but I never really understood what that meant. My skin was like a soft tart, golden hazelnut brown with a tall lean hourglass shape.

The second born, Alric, aged into the smooth softness of a dark chocolate, soft creamy dark brown skin like our father. His hair was a rather large mane when handled properly, but Alric kept his hair in braids like our father. Twisted locks, intricate twist braids, and sometimes when he didn't want to do anything much, he would fluff up his hair into an afro. Honestly speaking I feel that's doing the most to fluff it up to get mad at the tangles later, which boggles my mind. He always stands tall, holding a strong yet calming aura around him. I always loved our walks in the forest paths hidden deep in the bushes of our kingdom.

Elijah, the third born, is a strong man. Both physically and mentally. My brother was always close to our mother, and she did her best to keep him close to her. It never bothered me because I loved spending time with my father. He grew to replicate our father, but his spirit was our mother's. He was tall. Like towering buildings overshadow those below. His face was always stern and uncaring, but if you knew my brother like those closest to him. He's a bumbling bee. And those who understand what kind of bumbling bee he is. You'd slap him upside his head too.

But the other brother, the fourth born, Nicholas... has always been a rather eccentric. We all love him dearly, but I fear for the ones who anger him. He has grown to be a strong young man. His appearance can be extremely deceiving when in battle with him. I mean imagine getting your ass handed to you by a lean teenage boy who hasn't even had his coming-of-age ceremony! I was very proud when he won our first sparring session in less than 1 minute. I was feeling vertigo for weeks! And oh goodness! Don't get me started on his looks! He is our mother's mini replica, but he has our father's height. He is an enticing man who can attract all attention if he wants to flaunt himself if he so wishes. He cherishes his long sleek black hair and keeps it braided like our mother, but he loves using ribbons and roses. His tall lean stature is worrisome for me because those can see him as a weak and easy mark. I thank god that out of each of my siblings, myself included, he can beat us all.