Clairvoyas's words dug into me like a sharpened sword through bare skin,I sat there unable to free myself from the frozen position of sheer shock from the sentence that now played on a continues loop in my head.
'Melissa and Fenril Droxinia are dead'
'Melissa and Fenril Droxinia are dead'
no matter how hard I tried to drown the sentence out of my mind it resurfaced and soon became the only thing floating in the emptied darkness of my own mind.
'it wasn't true!'
'it couldn't be true'
As much as I threw these words of hope at the towering dark figure of Clairvoyas's manifested words, it stood firm and unyielding as it glared down at me.
"Ma'am are you still with us?"
my composure snapping back together, I looked back at the two similarly dressed figures of Clairvoyas and the odd woman.Shaking my head a bit as I gathered the few pieces of myself that still hadn't come back, I managed to project a wry smile that held little to no emotion behind it as I barely knew how to feel at this point.
"it's understandable that the loss of such figures would effect you so however one should be able to pick times to mourn and that time isn't now....miss"
I gritted my teeth to the abstract naming words of "ma'am" and "miss" that Clairvoyas constantly referred to me as,as if separating my own connection to my parents like I was some random person just pitying people who raised a hero.
Clairvoyas must've noticed my seething anger as he coughed awkwardly before continuing on.
"unfortunately be it whatever you say cannot be taken as truth especially with the evidence backed against you"
I suppressed a scoff as I felt the urge of tearing the papers still held firmly within my grasp,truthfully other than my own words there truly wasn't anything else I had to give, my armour was couped somewhere within the Roswaals household and most likely forgotten by the family as even I had no clue it existed till I was met with the unsightly warped illustration of myself.
suppressing the urge to tear the papers within my hands,I sighed and finally spoke.
"I really know no other name other than Yelaine,you don't expect me to be namele-"
"you are nameless,the name "Yelaine Droxinia" already doesn't apply to you however it is possible for you to.....change your legal name"
Clairvoyas strode back to the desk in front of me and opened yet another polished cupboard beside him,
pulling out a paper with a long description and a blank space for a name and surname.
"your surname can't be registered as you don't necessarily legally have one however whatever name you choose to put there is yours, apart from Yelaine of course"
I stared at the paper now being held in front of me to take, hesitantly I took the paper from Clairvoyas's hands however if anything I would've loved to give it back.
"do I have to fill this in now?"
"if you'd like to be an official citizen however the deadline is tomorrow, after that if you still haven't changed your name then you'll be considered unnamed or even worse, accused of identity theft"
" Accused of identity theft?"
"it must be a new thing but I'll save you the explanation,the most you should know is the punishment for identity theft can go as far as execution depending on the person you were attempting to impersonate"
I quickly caught on to the sheer severity of my supposed crime and stared down at the paper in my hands, practically beckoning for a name to be written.my thoughts were blank with the occasional reoccurrance of Clairvoyas's earlier words still weighing down on me, racking and annoying my brain as it tried to find the appropriate emotional response.
"i-i see then I guess it'll be fine if I give this back tomorrow,sorry I just need some time to think of a new name for myself"
As I said this for the first time in our meeting I saw a tinge of sympathy within Clairvoyas's violet gaze and even as he spoke his voice was quieter and more tamed than before.
"of course, think hard and well for your new name remember this is what you'll be called from now on"
Clairvoyas leaned back on the chair and crossed his arms,a clear sign that he had nothing further to say and I was allowed to leave.
I stood up rather slowly and bowed my head a bit before turning around to see the wall reform itself back to a door,closing the obsidian door behind me I left the building still struggling to find the appropriate emotion to express.
"hey ma'am,your mana beast and sword"
shaking my head I quickly turned my attention to a light armoured younger knight who unlike the rest had no scars or healing wounds, Belrog was standing beside him with my sword in the knights hands and Belrogs reigns being held in front of me to take.
"your mana beast was being checked,other than the intimidating appearance it seems to pose no harm"
Belrog rolled it's eyes annoyed at the fact it was practically being called weak,I stifled a laugh and reluctantly took the reigns of Belrog and my sword.Pulling the beast along,the feeling of my lower body soon disappeared as my attention was fully focused on Loridea.
The mourning and depressed faces from before seemed to have brightened up a bit as many started sweeping and putting back a few pieces of rubble on the floor,although the damage near the gates of the city were severe and quite extensive as I ventured further into the city the damage done seemed to diminish in severity but nothing I'd truly call relieving.However it was the way that such a sight didn't seem to effect the younger children as much as I'd worried.
children firing harmless spells at each other without a care in the world on the damaged streets brought a much needed feeling of warmth and happiness to my once emotionless wreck,high silver rocked buildings with neatly dressed and elegant figures who exited the buildings flustered and in a mad rush:contrast to their appearance.
Beaming even more as the area grew more familiar through each passing minute,the shabby yet prestine "Thrands tavern" that stood with a few gaping holes but otherwise still thankfully well intacted,the cramped alleyways of houses and inns that gave the area a sort of cave like feeling to it,the words "Cranbornes str" written in silver that I'd grown to detest as a child.
'Nobles were allowed to buy certain areas and crown them with their family name but why?,throughout my life as a knight even during the 3rd calamity not one of them decided to lift their sorry asses and actually assist the people of this country'
"dammit Yelaine you signed up for it didn't you?, besides every noble family has some grand founder who assisted with this countries growth maybe that's enough of an excuse..."
I said to myself,trying by all means to suppress the lingering anger I had for the higher families and even royals,"their family founders have done more than I could imagine","I had one job and after that everything is not my business", thoughts like these whirled within my head finally distracting me from Clairvoyas's words that had cursed my mind up until now however this feeling of weightlessness quickly disappeared as out of my own distracted state my head smashed into something.
Bang!!!
"son of a-...damnit"
I suppressed a curse from the searing and sudden pain.
lifting my head to the reason of my now throbbing head I was met with a wooden door, charred and littered with claw marks and a hole big enough to fit my head through but this wasn't what kept me staring at the door for minutes on end it was.....the steel plate pinned onto the door with the words "Blacksmith of terrifying precision" ingraved into it that left me standing there blankly.
"is this...."
I'd finally realized where my legs had instinctively been taking me:back home,to see it for myself.I shuddered at the thought of what layed behind the door and hesitated as I placed my fingers one by one around the door knob,cursing through gritted teeth I swung the door open only to have myself sink into the same empty pit from before.
The floor littered with even more claw marks and shattered parts of it in the shape of the unknown mana beasts feet, certain parts of the home blackened and burned that made it seem like it'd been attempted to burn it down.
Making my way through the house rather slowly I picked up a picture frame faced upside down that I crouched and slowly lifted it,the picture within the frame had turned a deep black instead of a large piece of a corner that was hard to discern but showed a head,a small head at that no older than 2 years old:a child.
it's expression was troubled and looked to be crying along with its pearl white hair in a ruffled mess,mustering half a smile from the image of my younger self I heard a large crack as I turned around only to sigh as I saw Belrog trying to fit himself through the door.
"stay outside, I don't want you breaking the door"
As I said this I pulled myself from the ground and placed the picture neatly on top of the charred wooden cupboard it had fallen from,I made my way deeper into the home eventually finding what my eyes had been dreading to find,my legs gave way as I fell to my knees,my emotions whirling but no longer directionless,grief rising through me as my body trembled at the sight in front of me.
Armour torn, half missing and some melted upon the skin of a man who's skin was covered in a sickly deep crimson of dried blood,his own blood.One arm barely holding a sword and the other wrapped around a woman in leather armour and arms wrapped tightly against the man's waist,her skin covered in the same deep red crimson of dried blood.
The few strands of Auburn hair on the man and the ones of white on the woman pulling me closer to the idea that I still refused to believe however it was when I caught a glimpse of gold that I turned my attention to the figures fingers,both with a golden ring etched with runes and binding spells that I'd gotten for both their birthdays.A sort of second wedding ring that wouldn't come off since they had the annoying habit of losing things.
The thought put a bitter taste in my mouth.....i was truly staring at the bodies of my parents....