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As time went on, the two girls never did separate. Food had no longer become a worry and neither any of their other needs.
Vivian had been blessed with a beautiful and amazing gift that continued to prove the vastness of its prowess as it easily moved with her control to complete one task after another with such effortless ease.
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Yahoshua continued to wait for Vivian, any sign, any word of her or the child that she found. He worried about their health and safety that they were ok.
One night he had noticed a large radiating presence of his worshiped goddess, from the direction of where the girls lived in hiding. He tried paying it no mind so as to not alert anyone else in the village since most others failed to notice anything different. The thought of it coming from the child further helped distract himself from paying it too much mind. She was a blessed child of Selene to say the least but he hardly knew anything about her or her circumstance to understand the situation.
It wasn’t until winter’s start that he found the ripped piece of cloth of solemn news, that he could go to the recovery shack and that she would be gone. He had headed out there right away and while he expected to find the child there, so she would be taken care of, he instead found it completely empty. All things gone, not a trace that it had ever been lived in or any kind of extended period of time.
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The cloth signal was a mercy for the man from Vivian, now too focused on living a new life, the two on their own to have remembered about the plan to begin with. It wasn’t until Seraphina had started asking questions about where Vivian grew up and if she had anyone taking care of her and what was it like that Vivian remembered the village saint. She wasn’t enthusiastic to tell Seraphina about it all just yet right away but over the months, the memories came out slowly one by one in a slow succession.
As they continued on, and grew older, there was only one thing that either of them had been longing for.
After hearing only some of the stories, Seraphina wanted to go back to Vivian’s village to prove them wrong. Prove to them that Vivian had become more than anything they had envisioned she would be. And take pride in sharing the knowledge they have gained, not just about their home, but about the entire world, the many worlds, and that they were not alone nor did they have to be. But this was the one request Vivian could not grant to Seraphina right away.
Vivian didn’t have the heart to bring back the memories of the past to the present to serve as a proof of any kind. She couldn’t go back to ask for their welcome either. The only way, she had decided, that she would return to her village was to be with news, that things were going to change for the better. Out of everyone who could try, Vivian knew she could do it because of her gift.
In a region very far off from where the girls’ new home was, laid a large stony island, carved out and constructed into a beautiful city that surrounded itself by a frozen ocean.
This city was the only and true capital of any land or area. People there lived just as comfortably as Seraphina and Vivian in their own homes. The people of that island lived in a relaxed luxury that they had very little worry for. But they were also the ones who received messengers and letters regularly by other towns and villages in reachable distances asking for help and supplies, only to be laughed out.
That was the first change Vivian brought into fruition. Her and Seraphina went to the capital first, to seek an audience. While the people decided to never take her seriously in the beginning, after a bit of persuasive means from the gift, they had agreed to sign over their legislation over to Vivian.
Before leaving, she emparted a means to communicate with some of the kinder individuals who worked for the former capitalists. Vivian would be able to reach out to all those that have asked and come to the city looking for any kind of help they need.
Returning home wasn’t easy. Not only the one the girls have made their own but also to Murlay. They didn’t live a life that was as kind to them as the former capital, she couldn’t help others without at least offering help to the ones she loves the most.
She started from watching at a distance, helping in subtle ways that no one could see or think anything the wiser. She was comfortable this way and she could see that everything was as the same as it’s ever been. Some things have changed as well and it was this point that Seraphina had clung to.
It wasn’t gentle in any regard, Seraphina reminded Vivian that if they can move on, so can she. Both the villagers and herself had become new people in the years gone by and it was Vivian’s idea to take care of the people of the world so that they could thrive. The people of Murlay were also people of this world, they were also now her people that shouldn’t be ignored.
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The reunion wasn’t an easy one. Most of the people looked at her in fear, wonder or absurdity. She survived being cast out in isolation for years when everyone had thought she was dead a long time ago.
The doctor was the first to welcome her back warmly and rather emotionally and she was finally able to thank him fully for the opportunity at surviving.
The next to address her was the matchmaker, who was filled with scorn, contempt and some rage, as Vivian stood the proof that her ideas and machinations don’t always go as she expects them to and she may not always be right. She wanted to send the woman away but Vivian now held her ground when before she used to concede to anything she was told.
As a village elder, the matchmaker didn’t have a say when it came to less domestic affairs and more village oriented matters. Vivian waited for the village chief but who she waited on was not what she expected. Amerris was the one to greet her as village chief, alongside with him was Eva who was more overjoyed to see her childhood friend and sister alive and well. While the old woman balked at the idea of granting Vivian an audience to talk to, Amerris couldn’t break his wife’s heart and turn her away a second time. Had it been Raul, that would have been a different story.
It was thanks to Amerris’s patience, generosity and love for his wife that he and Vivian had come to a conclusion to further help their mutual home. He offered, Eva begged, for Vivian to come back to the village to stay but in her heart she couldn’t. Even if she had her childhood home back, it could never feel like home again. Instead she and Seraphina decided to stay just on the outskirt of the village.
In the long run, it was also the safest place for Seraphina as well. Rumors spread through the village like wildfire since Vivian had not taken the reunion trip alone and many speculated that Vivian’s diagnosis was false or that some kind of foul play was to be had. Seraphina’s origins was the biggest marvel that Vivian would never grant an answer to. It didn’t matter where she was from, what mattered was that she was here now, by Vivian’s side happy, and there to help.
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From there, in the mansion on the slopes of the Village Vivian was there heralded as the first Tsaritsa of Iglaseas. From there, she continued to do all she could to help build up her home and protect the people, going so far as to detain Lana.
It was on one fateful night during the middle of summer a blizzard had crept over the Village when most were asleep and unable to notice the chill right away. Vivian had been up late that night, reading letters that come somewhat frequently about the news of other villages that used to contact the former capital.
Vivian had decided to inspect what had brought on the change in weather when she saw the incoming blizzard which was absurdly out of season. As she watched the white wall approach was when the real warning signs came. Through the blizzard's veil, large luminous blue eyes pierced the icy white curtain and the unmistakable sound of a bugle echoed across the snow. There was no way to deny that Lana was approaching.
Everyone had slept through that night, no one heard or saw anything that happened in the dark. But regardless of what had occurred, in the morning no one was missing, no stone on any road was harmed and not a thing out of place, with only one exception.
Half on the slopes and sliding through the valley into a mountain range lay a new geological structure that hadn’t been there before. A glacier, tall enough to block out the setting suns in winter, shined against the light of that summer day, reflecting and refracting a myriad of colors in strength and triumph.
There were no other signs that a blizzard had approached that night, not even the hunters found anything strange. The only thing strange was that for the next couple days, the Tsaritsa could not bring it in herself to sleep until she finally caved into her exhaustion days later.
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