1866-06-01: Alone
Alone
Summary: After witnessing the death of all of her siblings (or so she thinks), Emilia flees the carnage of the Pace Ball and more as she fights the memories and more of her mind….and not entirely successfully. (OOC Warning : Standard Emilia creepy warning. )
Date: 1866-06-01
Related: The Peace Ball Log, should someone post it.
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Emilia  

Her lungs burned. Her legs ached. She knew not how long she had been running and still she couldn't stop. The pain wouldn't stop. The images wouldn't stop. The sight of Jaren and Raelyn falling over in convulsions, the life fading from their eyes. Then the chaos. The blood. Winterthorn plunging into Henric. His imploring look to her. So much blood. The desiccated bodies of her mother and brother. The madness within Her almondine eyes.

Soon. It will be soon now.

Emilia gasped for air as she ran harder. Trying to escape the memories. The horror that was behind her. Her dress torn. The soles of her feet blisters, the slippers weren't made for running. Yet she couldn't escape the torment. The life blood flowing from Henric, the pleading in his eyes for her to run. Her Light fading away when before her eyes when he'd been struck again.

We have been patient. Soon.

There was so much pain, her body ached. Yet it still didn't dull the ache of her heart, her mind. They were gone. They were all dead. She was the last of them. She had not been able to do anything to help, to save them. She had watched them all die. She was alone. Her family was gone.

You are not alone. We are here.

Tears spilled down Emilia's cheeks as she ran. Trying to run harder. And yet, she was slowing. Her body flagging. Her breathes gasping sobs. Images of each of them continued to play through her mind. Her father. Her mother. Darren. Matias. Randall. Jaren. Raelyn. Henric. Dead. All of them. Dead. Gone.

We are with you always. We have not left you.

She stumbled and collapsed into a tree. Sinking into the ground as her lungs fought for air, her hands going to her head. A whine slipping for the endless torment that continued to assault her. Images of her family, images of the ruins…the widow awaiting with outstretched arms.

We are here. It will be alright. Soon.

Emilia sobbed. It would never be alright. Everyone was gone. It wouldn't stop. Nothing would ever be ok. A mournful wail slipped just as exhaustion claimed her, as darkness seeped into her mind and claimed her dreams. And more.

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