>>5452476"Wh-What the fuck! She's all bone!"
"Whaddya mean? She looked pretty plump from the robe she was- AAAH!"
The men were shocked at the skeleton blinking before them, who had yet to nice her loss of flesh thanks to her contract.
As the gargoyles reformed into an army of several flying titans, one of them threw a giant boulder to crush the bandits flat, protecting her from the assault.
Too ugly to even be raped by some mooks, it was the salt rubbed on her gigantic wound. For some reason, she was the one who remained alive. Though for how long, she did not know.
The red roots came after her with increasing speed, chasing her for the next few kilometers in order to sink her into the soil, yet before they could approach her, the sun brought their growing to a halt as Merlina was blinded by the morning greeting.
Were she to live this day, she would vow to never be hopeful. If despair is what feeds The God Hand's stomach, she would evolve into a being of pure hatred, one that would swear to observe that accursed child's every move, for be it by dying or - though unlikely- defeating his father, she would make sure that she would hold no positive expectations for the child of that accursed Hedwyn.
"So don't let me die here..." Merlian whispered to the sky, checking her bones as she imagined herself speaking to Conrad. I don't want to die alone... Not yet..."
"Do not extinguish my flame yet."
...Observing the last of the silver eyed from a safe distance, Sivir held her sobs as she took rest hiding in a garden amidst a city. She did not know where to go, what place would be more fitting to raise a weapon, she was too lacking as a mother and as a human to ever fit into either role... But one thing she knew:
"You are not a weapon, Yarilo! You deserve to live!"
Sivir had thought of a name for her halfling for a long time, though she waited for Hedwyn to give him a name, he never referred to him as the person he deserved to be treated as. Growing angry of the one human she devoted her entire life to, she developed a growing hatred for the race that gave her a life she never asked for.
As Vlad started to cry, Sivir was about to drop him off in the middle of nowhere, before he overheard a mother praying to herself.
"Oh, Lord! Please , I have exhausted any other options. I am not to proud to beg, as a devout servant of the See, all I ask for is for you to give our family a child!"
Michelle sobbed and wailed as she spoke to a statue of a falcon stitched to a spiral, wanting to be given a gift to save their marriage.
"After my siblings died on that drought, I thought I would have suffered enough, but to not give a child to pass onto Jacopo's fortune when he is a singleton... I am already a lowly commoner, to bring his status further down the mud without giving him the only thing I am worth..."
Taking pity and relating to Michelle's struggle, Sivir slowly creeped into the chapel and let Yarilo continue his crying onto the floor.
