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[19 Jan 2009|08:34pm] |
It was never exactly easy to share her life story with others because it had been a tale too complex for people to rasp. But as she found herself picking over a bland salad that afternoon, across from her sat the help that was all too inquisitive during lunch. Barraged with a series of questions, she dropped the tip of her fork and wiped away any remnant salad dressing before speaking. She hadn't started with her childhood or the days she ran up and down the lavish halls of her family's homes. She hadn't spoke of the isolation she felt being of royalty and rarely finding others that understood anything remotely of her life. She hadn't spoke of the times she snuck off at her father's later distaste to blend in with what some referred to as 'regulars.' What a ridiculous title she thought as she had seen with her own two eyes how the people of Veleon were much more cultured than the people that surrounded her on a daily basis were. She found joy in which she never found an accurate description seeing the array of people from different backgrounds. The many summers at downtown festivals where beats of drums and smells of food filled her senses to the way she learned of epic literature in new languages to share with family members that hadn't been so fortunate to duck off alone. This would all be boring in comparison to other stories of her life so rather than speak of what felt like a far away past, she kept it more recent. Or well as more recent as she could get.
Amelia started her story twenty years ago to that day she left her beloved Veleon behind. Often her father had told her of this preposterous prophecy she rarely put much merit behind. He'd speak on how it pertained to a war that was imminent and how she would be a major force within it. "We're a neutral country father," she laughed off but in turn was not a chuckle that was shared. He hadn't found comedy in his words but rather a stern forewarning that she would have to find Ragnarok. Had it not been for one night she dreamt of the sword he referred to, surely she would've never believed him. However this dream had been so intense that when the flash of her palm wrapping around the handle sent a jolt through her body behind closed lids, it was then and only then the prophecy dawned up on her. This was real, so real that the task at hand to find it was her number one priority. As she made the trek across the world, she often wondered what she getting herself into. This wasn't just some vacation but any actual journey to retrieve something that would enhance her powers and that of which she inherited from her deceased sisters. She wasn't going to picking up something as simple as a cheeseburger or a pair of shoes but something that no doubt would change her world. With this in mind, it continued to consume her until she had little choice but to let it go for the time being until the sword was in her possession. Too much that would possibly send her right back to Veleon unprepared for the war that was bound to follow. Instead she found a prime spot in the states where she became Marilyn Grant. Was it hard to go by an alias? Sure. So use to her given name that often she missed replying when others called out for her. It was to her luck that she managed to remember the name the day the current owner of Ragnaok stepped into the bakery where she baked pies. How did she know it was him? She hadn't a clue but she was certain he was the one who held onto ti. It was to her luck that he had been easy going and good with conversation. Occasionally he's stop in with a smile and some chatter she always welcomed. Random stops into the bakery soon turned into full on dates once she worked up the courage to step from around the counter. It was ironic now that she thought about it, a shy princess. He made her laugh, he brought a smile to her lips, he for lack of better wording made her happy. But that in itself was a whole different story.
"So then what happened after you guys started dating," the woman asked.
"Will you let me finish the story?" she snapped.
Allowed to do as such, Amelia continued on. Her relationship with Sebastian had grown much deeper than before. Yet she kept in mind of what she was there in America for. As much as she didn't want to leave, the sword was in her possession and she had to return home. Firmly grasped in her hand, it was almost as if the instant her feet were planted on Veleon ground had the war begun. Rebels more than determined to overthrow her father the King moved in, prompting the fight to begin. To her luck she wasn't forced to fight in this alone but with the help of Sash. Reassured of his presence there by her side made it impossible to lose. Together along with many others fought for in the name of her father and his reign. A war in which was won, King Carlsson showered Sash with his appreciation. A massive parade where the streets flooded in celebration and a metal of courage was given, putting Sash there on a high pedestal. Of course it was all deserved, as he had not only proved how much he cared for Amelia but those that cared for her as well. Free to resume their relationship, Amelia easily found herself wrapped up in the man that won both the war and her affection. Little did either know a much bigger war was in their midst. She wondered if perhaps it was this rather than the prophecy her father spoke was the actual war mentioned. However even he hadn't assumed the magnitude of the war between the Humans v. Geist v. Aerophagytes as big as it would be. Sweat, tears, blood, exhaustion and everything you could ever imagine was put into the fight. Yet it hadn't seemingly helped or so it seemed. But as before their savoir was there in Sash. Saving not only Veleon, there he was saving the world. Mystified by this man and the power he had, Amelia was utterly astonished by Sash over all.
The years passing along, the powers he used to keep the world in order drifted away. She never once asked him how be felt in pertaining to it. She figured if he had wanted to share then he would. Until then, he had found an interest in his aunts offer to man the enterprise starship. Second in command to Sash on the enterprise, she felt more productive as the Alliance's human representative to alien races than that of her formal position as Queen. As much as she no doubt loved her country as her father had, there was an outreach of meeting and helping many others there at the Citadel. Work was work but their personal life had been that of a roller coaster. It wasn’t to say this in any sort of complaint but that of a surprise that began with the death of her father. She couldn’t quite understand why she had peace with his passing. Perhaps it had been because he had grown older and paled in comparison to the man he once was. Smart as a tack well up until the day of his last breath, it was undeniable that hard work had taken a toil on his body. She was oddly comforted in knowing he was on to a better place where he wouldn’t have to raise a hand up in battle or work till the wee nights for that of the people he ruled. He’d be in solace away from the aches he had endured with age and that was fine with her. In her mind he hadn’t fully left her but had a presence within her first born son, the future King of Veleon and his twin sister Valerie. Grant, their second son and Marilyn their last soon followed years later, filling their home with a lot of love. What had served some of a surprise had been the addition to their family. The passing of a dear cousin had left his children without a father. Neither she or Sash second guessed taking care of them, opening their doors and hearts. Raising five additional children had been a task for lack of better wording yet quite naturally she wouldn’t have had it any other way.
“So that’s it?”
For someone that had wondered so much of her past, she hadn’t looked entirely too impressed with that of what Amelia told her. Nodding along in reply to her question, the younger woman raised a brow. Granted she was sure there was more she could’ve told her. A scare memory of course hadn’t exactly made that easy so she left it at that.
“Yeah. That’s it.”
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