Legacy Fragments

The First Tsaritsa Pt. 8

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As time went on, the two girls never did separate. Food had no longer become a worry and neither any of their other needs.

Vivian had been blessed with a beautiful and amazing gift that continued to prove the vastness of its prowess as it easily moved with her control to complete one task after another with such effortless ease.

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Yahoshua continued to wait for Vivian, any sign, any word of her or the child that she found. He worried about their health and safety that they were ok.

On one night he had noticed a large radiating presence of the goddess he worshiped from the direction the girls lived in hiding. He tried paying it no mind so as to not alert anyone else in the village since most others failed to notice anything different. The thought of it coming from the child further helped distract himself from paying it too much mind. She was a blessed child of Selene to say the least but he hardly knew anything about her or her circumstance to understand the situation.

It wasn't until winter's start that he found the ripped piece of cloth of solemn news, that he could go to the recovery shack and that she would be gone. He had headed out there right away and while he expected to find the child there, so she would be taken care of, he instead found it completely empty. All things gone, not a trace that it had ever been lived in or any kind of extended period of time.

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The cloth signal was a mercy for the man from Vivian, now too focused on living a new life, the two on their own to have remembered about the plan to begin with. It wasn't until Seraphina had started asking questions about where Vivian grew up and if she had anyone taking care of her and what was it like that Vivian remembered the village saint. She wasn't enthusiastic to tell Seraphina about it all just yet right away but over the months, the memories came out slowly one by one in a slow succession.

As they continued on, and grew older, there was only one thing that either of them had been longing for.

After hearing only some of the stories, Seraphina wanted to go back to Vivian's village to prove them wrong. Prove to them that Vivian had become more than anything they had envisioned she would be. And take pride in sharing the knowledge they have gained, not just about their home, but about the entire world, the many worlds, and that they were not alone nor did they have to be. But this was the one request Vivian could not grant to Seraphina right away.

Vivian didn't have the heart to bring back the memories of the past to the present to serve as a proof of any kind. She couldn't go back to ask for their welcome either. The only way, she had decided, that she would return to her village was to be with news, that things were going to change for the better. Out of everyone who could try, Vivian knew she could do it because of her gift.

In a region very far off from where the girls' new home was, laid a large stony island, carved out and constructed into a beautiful city that surrounded itself by a frozen ocean.

This city was the only and true capital of any land or area. People there lived just as comfortably as Seraphina and Vivian in their own homes. The people of that island lived in a relaxed luxury that they had very little worry for. But they were also the ones who received messengers and letters regularly by other towns and villages in reachable distances asking for help and supplies, only to be laughed out.