Era Of Crisis

Era Of Crisis

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Nobody tells you just how loud the sound of silence is. At that moment, Talea felt as if she could hear everything and nothing at the same time. The bright and colorful tulips near the window began to wilt slowly, as if they felt a wave of sorrow spread throughout the room. He's dead. First his wife, then his daughter and now him. At least he'll finally be able to see them again in the afterlife, if there is one. " Miss Sylva, I'm sorry for your loss. " The nurse said in a solemn voice and Talea bowed her head out of respect for this man. In this world full of dangerous and corrupt people, he was one of the few who was kind, generous and overall was a good man. He was someone whom she held alot of respect towards. He was like an uncle. A mentor of sorts. And now he's gone. "I'll take care of the funeral arrangements." She told the nurse, who nodded and Talea looked towards the flowers she brought in earlier this morning. "I should've brought him scotch brooms instead of tulips." She muttered as she walked out of the room and left the hospital.
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She lead a rather tragic life. The black sheep of her family due to her lack of affinity for fire. Her affinity was quite the opposite. Water in fact. Already in a time when women did not really have much political power or rights, she was outcasted by her family despite being of nobility. Still allowed to live in the distant west wing of the massive Grand Duke's manor, she has never eaten a single meal with her family nor extended family, and has spent her loneliness in her books and sword lessons. Although only taught by the head butler and one of the low ranked knights of the family, she was quite bright and if her family would have given her a chance she would have done great things. If only she didn't die at such a young age. Married off to some "hero" of sort that had slayed the Dragon of the North who was terrorizing the land and threatened the kingdom, this hero also had an affinity for fire and held her in disdain like the rest of her family. Suddenly a girl of another world was transported to their world, picked up by this hero and put into his secure care. The pair soon fell for each other despite the hero's marriage, and many believed Laraine got jealous of this girl of mystery, and tried to kill her. This was definitely not true. But because the girl was favored by the temple and kingdom Laraine was quickly arrested and put on trial. You can probably tell what happened to Laraine. But something strange happened the day of her execution. As soon as her decapitated head hit the ground the sky turned blood red and it began to rain fire. No one survived that day. But for some reason time went back, and Laraine was back to being a child, but with no memory of her future. There were select few in her life, however, that remembered her tragedy and now perhaps will take action to prevent it. NOTE: I'M AWARE THERE ARE A LOT OF INCONSISTENCIES. IT WILL BE EDITED SOME DAY BUT RIGHT NOW I'M JUST TRYING TO FINISH IT.

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