Cecilia found herself in an old castle, residing in the lower area of former Northumbria. The castle had been long forgotten in the history books, almost any record of it having been destroyed or undocumented in the eyes of mankind. Perhaps it was for the best to be put that way.
After what happened all those years ago.
The blonde woman sat upon an old but lavish chair, the room she was in was akin to that of an office she'd always have appeared at Royal Biblia Academy. Dusty surfaces and cobwebs in the corners, faded colors to the banners, rugs, and other decorative aspects to the room, the life within this room no longer here. It hadn't been used for days, many years even. The floorboards would creak with each step upon it, being old and rickety, this castle belonging to an age long forgotten by time itself and its people. Because again, this castle had been erased from all historical records.
It was for the best. But even still, a certain depressed fondness was present in the woman's amber eyes, tracing her black-laced gloved fingers along the edge of a rusted chalice that sat atop the table. It let out a shimmering noise, the low hum being reverberated throughout her ears as she somberly stared at the cup. It was hard to stop, but there was definitely a very faint mark, a trace of what were once the lips of someone. And with the form of the mark, it was definitely someone of masculine form. Just remembering his face was enough for tears to form in her eyes, Cecilia biting her bottom lip in frustration and anger.
Gods... Why did he have to do that? If he hadn't done that, she wouldn't have been forced to take such drastic measures. They could've been happy... They were happy. But he ruined it. Ruined the life they had already deserved. The life they had already obtained.
Cecilia stood up from the chair and walked to the window nearby. The colors of the stained glass were dull and faded, shards of glass sitting on the sill or all over the wooden flooring. A slight howling wind blew in, the sounds of the crashing waves being heard far below from the castle, striking against the cliffside and rocky beach.
She couldn't help but wonder to this day. How life could've been if things had happened differently. If only.
If only things had happened differently.
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She exited the office room, wandering into the manor-style hallway outside. Large stone pillars lined the ripped rug in a perpendicular fashion with rusted iron armor that knights would wear in between. Some of them were missing their swords, which would normally be stuck tip down into the sword hilt and the pommel resting under the metal gloves.
To think she once walked down these halls under a different name. Cecilia Lucifage was a name she uses today. An alias so to speak.
She held a different name and title back then. One that she keeps close to her heart. The pain and suffering that it brings to just remember this old place was immeasurable. Both fond and disheartening memories took place here. In this very castle itself. The stone work and detailing of the structure dated back to the early days of the Middle Ages. Many years after the Dane occupation of Northumbria and Wessex had come to an end, returning the rule back to the original Anglo-Saxons, what is essentially now modern day Scotland and Northern England.
She remembered her earliest days as a young noblewoman here in Northumbria. By then, around the 1100s at this point, Northumbria was no longer called that and was now part of the English monarchy. It was the late 1100s by then, 1180 or later, something like that. England had essentially entered an age of English Nationalism and internal dissonance. Many conflicting sides as to how the kingdom should be ruled and such. And yet, during this time period, Cecilia found herself in a peaceful place. Perhaps it was because she was born as a noblewoman, but she began her training as a witch. Witches, wizards, or Magus as they are now called, were a rather secretive organization, unlike today where it was more known to the point that governments around the world would call upon the services of these magical institutions in dealing with magical monsters and outbreaks of uncontrolled magic. Normal mortals without a sense or feel of magic would have no idea how to handle such a thing in the first place.
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