APH - JOYAPH - JOY
In the field, she felt another raindrop land on her nose.
It brought back those memories.
It had been years, and she only just managed to forget about them.
Above the girl in the field, was a stretching mass of misty darkness with the faint glimmer of early stars coming out. It was nearing sunset, if there was a wonderful sun with reaching rays of light in the sky. She had been out there for a couple of hours, in a field becoming so wet and olive green from an earlier drizzle it was beginning to stain her knee-boots and dress skirt. Her knees, she knew, would be dappled in dull hues of brown and green where the boots didn’t cover.
No umbrella to protect her from the approaching rain fall.
He was gone. No one to protect her joy. It had run out like the sand in an hourglass.
The train came to a screeching halt on the tracks. He still remained before her, yet was forcing himself to step away. She felt his arms, fro
APH - Kingdom Come PT 6Ring.
The piano down the hall stopped filling the house with delicate music.
His footsteps cascaded down the hallway from the piano room to the study.
“Hallo, this is Herr Roderich Edelstein speaking. How may I be of service of you?” he spoke.
The voice on the other end was one he hadn’t heard of for close to two years. He gasped slightly in realization. Suddenly he was split in half, one relieved and the other disappointed. Being relieved at hearing this particular voice outshone the other.
“Holy Rome?” Austria had to ask, as if this was all a dream.
It wasn’t. Not at all.
Holy Rome’s voice was still the same as he remembered it.
Finally, the brunette gave a questioning thought, But… you aren’t supposed to be here…?
“Where are you?” he decided.
“Does it truly matte
APH - Kingdom Come PT 5When stepping away from the thinning line of trees, Holy Rome noted the grass appeared brighter since it had rained.
His sword was still sheathed at his side, yet that didn’t stop him from keeping his hand on the hilt. The sky burned with a swirling slate color and dappled in a ghostly white. At the horizon was a smokey line of blackness.
Those were the colors of the approaching dawn.
That was when the flags appeared.
Appearances were finally made.
Weapons clashed against weapons.
The final battle had begun.
Holy Rome did just that, swiping his blade against the enemy’s. His blue eyes shimmered with an unknown light, as he found himself attempting to bring down the man before him.
The blonde started to bend backwards, sword raised to block the blow. The sharp edges burned into his fingers, as one hand held the hilt and the other the blade.
The boy managed to push the man away, and pulled forward to place a swipe at the brunette’s ch