The Dark Ages: Shivaness Rampant
Part One: Mnemosyne
Chapter One: Dunamis
Screams sounded from the bottom of the ship, cracking of the wooden boards as the ocean water collided against the walls. The heavy tide rocking back and forth, swaying the boat slightly. Bodies littering the floors, death and blood coiling through the foggy mist air. The screams became louder, as the tall figure sauntered down the top deck towards the hull of the ship. The right side of his red lips cruel into an evil, sadistic grin as he peered around the corner of the column.
The chuckle rumbled as his eyes laid over the corner of the room. He nodded his head as the two men as they sided away from where they had been standing. A loud crack of skin ruptured over the eardrums as the sound of leather slaps across her bare chest. A loud cry screams out slightly, coughing the fresh blood that chokes up in the woman's damaged mouth. The fresh gash on her chest started to sleek blood trails from her already torn skin. The man begins to raise his hand again for another strike until the fourth man touches his forearm. Lifting his hand, extending his index finger waving it side to side, clacking his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
The woman dared to look up, her wrists tied by leather bindings above her head, red and sore from being wrapped for hours of torture. Looking over the new coming man then towards the man who was just beating her moments ago. Tears started rolling down her cheeks. Death is all she could see from her clouded eyes. The five scars across the mans face, leading down to his torso; the man who gives beatings was dripping with torture himself. He looked down at the woman, biting his lip then spitting on her face. She grunted and faced away.
Immediately hearing the sound of a slap across the face, she dared to look up again. The new man had raised his own hand against the other, watching him bite the corner of his lip roughly looking back down at her from icy eyes. Facing the other again, lowering his head and backing away, dropping the whip to his side. Her nose curled in disgust as the brutal man spit blood towards her body.
He lowered himself now, to her view, this other man who interrupted her beating. His rosy lips curled downwards this time almost a pout puffed lip. Moving his head side to side, tilting his head as his eyes roamed over her body. Running his icy hand over her forearm, then over her shoulder creating goosebumps as he reached her neck then to her chin. Lifting her to look up into his eyes. She shivered. She wasn't entirely sure if it was from the chills his cold eyes sent through her body or the chills that ran through her naked body, gashed and bare on the wooden floor board. She jerked her face away from his grip, he grunted and grabbed it sternly this time. Struggling to move away again, his grip tightened of her chin. She cried out in pain as it began to reddened with his grip.
"Now now, why do you struggle from me little one?" He mouth dropped, trying to find the words to respond but found the words slipping from her throat, "I am so so sorry for the way you have been treated this wonderful evening. This was not my intentions you see." His voice seethed past his red lips. Kneeling closer, leaning into her ear, breathing on her neck, "I am looking for something my little puppet and I do believe you know what that something is."
"I-" coughing again, more blood lacing her mouth, taste of copper swelled down her throat.
"Come now, lets not be this damsel in distress when I have heard for the past three hours as my men had their way with you. I know you can take this, so you need to find the words quicker than you are."
Her eyes shot open, grunting in pain in attempts to clear her throat, "I don't know what you are talking about, please let me go. I will not speak a word of this night if you please just let me free." She pleaded as fresh tears began to roll down her eyes.
He shook his head, making the clacking noise once more with his tongue. He looked over his shoulder towards the other two men standing behind. Looking back at her he smirked, "Bring him in."
"Aye cap'in," the red-headed man bellowed. Hearing the door shut then reopen, they appear again, dragging in another. Throwing the body down, positioning him on his knees as his head bobbled starring at the ground. The woman gasped as the man grasped the thick, black hair, forcing the man to look at the woman. His eyes barely able to open, his right eye, busted completely while his left attempted to open. Coughing up blood. The man next to him dug his thick finger nails into his shoulder blade, causing him to cry out.
"You see here ma'am, I am going to give you a little introduction about something you may not have known something that you in fact may have the very knowledge of without knowing. Confused? Yes I am sure, let me explain. Your husband here, Viscount Malcolm has been a very naughty, naughty boy. You married a man who lied about his wealth. He sold his soul to the devil to gain his riches and yet, when it is time for repayment, he falls short. I find myself a very generous man, I really do. Now Malcolm my love, owes me something. Something that you stole from me after I have given you everything you could possibly dream of," He was now pacing, hands held behind his back, glancing back and forth from both the man and woman as he spoke. His voice was playfully stern. "This is not an ordinary something mind you madam, but this is still very important to me-"
"I don't know what you are talking about, tell them Malcolm! We do not have what you are looking for, I promise!" She yelled frantic.
It was then that the man who had explained things raised his right hand, and slapped her with the back of his hand. Leaning her body over, still tied from her wrists dangling towards the ground. Spitting more blood onto the floor she looked from her husband towards the dark haired man. His toothy white grin flashed with a twinkle of his eye.
"I do hate being lied to-"
"If I tell you where it is, will you please let my wife go. She does not deserved to be treated in this way."
A chuckled rumbled through his throat again as he watched the wife's head shoot up, starring directly at her husband wide-eyed. Her mouth hung open as he mouthed 'I'm sorry – I love you' her direction. A tear fell again over her cheek. He lowered himself towards the husband, leaning in towards his eye, whispering lowly, "Tell me what I need to know-" He hissed.
The husband, watching his wife from over the other gentlemen's shoulder. Watching the tears fall as her lips quivered harder. Grunting, he finally spoke, "Tortuga, a man named Clegg, he is a sea dog, a quartermaster of the Seventh Sanctum. He has the chest."
His teeth began to ground together, grabbing the man by his collar, "You gave my possessions to a quartermaster, fuck a quartermaster of the ship that is captained by the King of Vegetasei." He stood up, paced even more furious this time. He looked up, back towards the husband, towards the wife, then towards the man holding the whip. He shook his head and started off towards the stores, "Kill them."
"No you said you would let her go-"
He was back in a flash, holding the husband against the column by his neck, digging his nails into his throat, "I said nor agreed to no fucking thing my dearest Malcolm. You simply told me your little secret, your secret none the less was a pitiful excuse of a confession before I even agreed to any terms."
"I invoke the right of parlay-"
The man dropped the husband, watching him fall to the ground to his knees. Chuckling louder this time, signaling for his men, "Parlay? You said Parlay? Firstly we have already conducted business, I have no further use for you or your wife, and secondly, you are a viscount. No longer a lowly bilge rat. You have no rights as a man to invoke the rights of parlay." A long pause from the taller man as he looked to his side at one of the other men aiding him. "Do as you please, and do it quickly, we need to get off this god forsaken port before I loose my fucking mind."
"Aye cap'in."
Stepping past the stairs, he looked one last time back towards the husband and wife before continuing to the top deck. Stopping briefly as he reached the top. The moon shining over the stern. He looked over at the remaining men at the top of the deck, looking for supplies before heading back to their ship. Kicking past the bodies he approached the abalf.
Listening to the screams from below, he smiled as he inhaled the scent of the air. Tiptoeing his fingers across the mantle as he looked towards another sailor walking towards him. He smirked, "I feel as though Khlong Toei Harbor is boring me. Thailand once was so different not to long ago. All the wenches and rum you could imagine."
"Ah cap'in, ye waitin' for orders-"
Smiling another toothy grin he watched the three men from below deck from to the stern, covered in blood the sound of silence filled the evening. He looked over the port and towards the ship, "Grab the supplies, we sail for Tortuga immediately. We have a debt to collect."
"Aye Aye cap'in." The deck boy turned and nodded to another taller brown headed man. "Cap'in, wha' ye doin' wit this ship?"
He looked around for yet another time, glancing to see if anything of use. The men had collected all food, weapons and supplies needed. Then glanced across the ship towards his own, there was definitely no need for this simple ship. He turned back to his sailor, waiting orders, "Scuttle to Davy Jones Locker," he commanded with a toothy grin.
"Aye Aye Cap'in! All hands to ship – The Four Serpents of Hades sails!" He bellowed. The boy from the stern quickly ran to his captain, placing his buccaneer coat over his shoulders as his master adjusted his pistol and sword. Yanking his cap from the boys hands placing it on top of his grey flattened hair. Sleeking away he headed towards the board to cross to his own ship.
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It had been a long and tiring day for Henry. Henry Briefs was devilishly exhausted with the bright sun beating down on his pale white skin. Henry was tall, broad looking man with tough shoulders and dimly grey almost blonde hair that curled into a pony tail in the lower back. His features looked cold and unloving, the high strong cheekbones under his dark blue eyes. Henry was a common man; the year was beyond his caring. Life sometimes ended with meaningless in the simplest of words.
Henry looked around the parish of land, running a hammer into the last pole into the ground. Wiping the sweat from his brow he looked over the hill. His home seemed almost a century away. Heaving the hammer over his shoulder he started down the trail. Feeling the cool air breeze rolling over his skin.
"Almost fall I supposin'," he spoke to himself, breathing in the breeze once more heavily. He looked over the blue sky, watching over the corners as the sun dropped to the land. He steadily followed the small round hill until his small home came into his eye view. With a low grunt, he stepped slowly inside him home, closing the door softly behind him.
"Hello Henry," a soft voice came around the corner. Henry smiled at the elder woman. Claudia as they called her. Widely known from the village as the healer, some called her the cursed elder. She was a gifted soul by whom she called 'Goddess of Gaia'. Blessed her with a green eye, blessed from Tyche, gives the site of future promises, and a gold eye, blessed from Aeacus, gives the site of underworld wishes. Henry had known of neither as the truth, but never questioned it as a lie, she was a true kindred spirit in his eyes.
"Ello Claudia, how ye doin' this fine mornin?"
"Oh I am doing splendid my dear Henry, how is the border coming along?"
"Comin' along nicely," Henry took his seat at the small table, grabbing a small amount of fruit, sinking his teeth into a red apple. "My baby girl?"
"She is doing very well Henry. I realized last night that the two years of moons passed. She has grown healthy, it is high time you name the child," Claudia commented. She took her seat across the younger man as he took another bite of his apple, deep in thought. She pierced her lips together, when a child reached two or three, surviving the newborn life it was then a child was named.
"Ah, thinkin' Bulma," Henry said softly.
"That is a beautiful name Henry for a beautiful girl," she smiled softly. Crossing her ankles, placing one hand on the other swiftly. Poor Henry, is beloved Isabel passed while giving child-birth, he fell into a hole of life. Smiling again, he finally came to terms with her death and began to love his child. Although the little child was growing, she resembled her mother already. "I have thought a great deal..."
He chuckled, "When ye not thinkin'?"
"Don't be smart with me Henry, but the child is a beautiful creation. She is truly blessed beyond anything I could have imagined. I feel something growing within the child, The Goddess of Gaia has given her a gift, she is destined for greatness-"
"Me of common wealth, if I could I would give her everythin', ye know it to be true-"
"I am sorry Henry, I did not mean to offend you."
"Ye did not offend me," rubbing his brow to his chin roughly as he looked over towards the room his child was sleeping.
"Goddess works in mysterious ways, maybe she will grant something soon for both you and the child. I know you try, oh my dear Henry." She grew silent as she watched the man looked over the table and back at his apple. "Before I take leave, a letter arrived this morning for you from your cousin over in the other lands."
"Thank ye," He took the letter, opening the royal seal swiftly. He nodded to Claudia as she left the small home for the evening.
Dearest Cousin,
Hello my beloved cousin, how are you faring these past view years. I have not seen nor heard anything of your words in the past few months. Since Isabel passed, my wife Eda has been terribly worried for you and your child these coming mornings. I know times have been extremely trying for you, and I wish for you to hold no more grief in silence by yourself.
Both Eda and myself would wish for you to come visit our parish. We miss you and long to see your face. You are welcome to join us anytime. We will be awaiting your arrival. We have much to discuss you and I cousin.
With Love,
Sir Bardock and Baronet Eda
Henry pushed his chair from underneath himself, lightly dropping the letter on the table. He strode into the room next to his own where his little baby girl was in a deep slumber. Finding a seat next to her small floor crib, rocking it back and forth as he looked down on her. Her little fingers, her baby blue curls, her eyes flickering open and close. Henry grinned, taking a deep breath, glancing back toward the kitchen door he walked through, then back at the crib. "Bulma.." he sighed. "I reckon that be ye name, it is pe'fect fer a youngin'. So beautiful, jus' like me wife."
He smiled again. He truly missed his cousins from overseas. The past few years have had been extremely trying on his soul. His mind started trailing over the months, the past few years of his life. His foot now rested on rocker his child was laying, watching her sleep.
It had been ages, so it seemed for Henry since he had last seen happiness. Henry was with a traveling pirate crew after he was orphaned by a brutal attack from viking nomads that traveled through a far parish in what is now called Ramsgate in the middle of the night. He was only five when they attacked. Cracking his knuckles, he never met his families killer, even after all these years. Henry sole purpose for joining the pirate ship in the first place was to avenge his family, his entire village that was slaughtered. He traveled on The Black Decessus for twenty years until he landed on the Americas. It was known as England's sister land. The Europeans had started traveling further and further into the blue waters to find more lands. Isabel and her family was one of those settlers.
It was an instant connection.
They were married only one year later. His captain blessed the marriage himself as Henry settled down with his new bride. Unfortunately it was short-lived, they were pregnant roughly three years later, Isabel was stricken with a cold sweat and bumps on her stomach during child pregnancy. She died mid birthing process. This grieved the entire family, enough for her younger cousin, Eda and her husband to travel back to their parish near Thames Harbor in England.
"T'me fer a vac'ion little one," Henry smiled down at his little baby for what seemed like the hundredth time. "England is a beautiful place, Sant'Agata dei Goti is one of the finest I ever did see. Knights, Kings, Queens, festivals every week. Ye gon' fit in perfectly."
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Within a week, Claudia helped pack a traveling chest for her dear Henry and Bulma for their trip overseas. She rubbed little Bulma's forehead. Brushing her curls, running her fingers through her soft hair. Claudia smiled at the child then back at Henry as he entered room, standing in the door frame with his hands on his hips, breathing heavily.
"All packed?"
"Aye," Henry nodded. "All pac'd, ye think this be a good 'dea?"
"Oh Henry I think this is a wonderful idea-"
"The trip will be hard on a youngin' though. I never seen a babe make through a sea trip."
"Don't worry Henry, I have blessed the child. Tyche will see to it that she will make it safely."
"Ye know I don't believe that stuff-"
Cluadia chuckled, "I know sweets, but I am trying to give you a peace of mind with traveling with the youngin. Promise me though Henry that you will let her follow her heart, Gaia will see to it that she is truly blessed by the Gods."
Henry was not a religious man. Gaia, God, Hades, all these names for greek or christian gods. He didn't follow any of it, however he was surrounded by many who were followers of faith. Claudia knew he wasn't, but she insisted on discussing it with him, so he kept his mouth to himself when she pushed the issue. "I will be keepin' that in mind."
Claudia smiled at the man as she followed him out the hut with his daughter in arms. He stepped onto the carriage, she handed Bulma to him gently. "Be safe, and let Gaia bless this trip for you." Henry smiled, nodding softly as the carriage began to rock, starting the horses down the dirt trail.
In a days time, the carriage arrived at the Port Cod along the East Coast of the America's. Escorted by nobility letter from his cousin Bardock to his room and board on the ship. It had been a long time since Henry had smelled the salt water, felt the breeze of the water mist grace his cheeks. Placing Bulma in a wrap sling on his back, walking over the plank to board the ship, followed by a younger gentlemen towing their traveling chest. Running his rough hands over the hand boards. Feeling the aged wood on the ship.
It was like being at his first home.
"Ahoy mate," the quartermaster appeared around the corner, dressed in a similar fashion to the ship captain who stood on the top of the bow of the ship near the wheel, watching as the ship members load the last remaining supplies to the ship. "Ye we'come to the great Dirty Servant." He smiled at Henry, a toothy yellow and brown grin. He looked around, watching the boys finish loading, he sounded off "Hoist the sails you boatswain, all hands on deck! Weigh the Anchor," He shouted.
Henry nodded as he walked past, walking towards the front of the ship. Watching the six men circling around the anchor riser, each in place as they struggle to lift the heavy metal from the ocean bottom. Holding tightly on one of the hold ropes on the side as the ship started to sway from the loss of the anchor in the water. The ship freed from the confines on being stilled, the sails drop down, tied down allowing the wind to capture them, forcing the ship to rock finally into the course on the ocean. Hanging around to take in the view in front of him.
The ocean. No land in site for days. Inhaling heavily again, taking in the air, the sound of the seagulls as they flew over head. He grinned and looked over his shoulder at Bulma who was sleeping soundly in the baby wrap. Henry took in the scene one more time before he walked past the working sailors and then below deck. The sound of the cracking boards on the ship. Entering his cabin, placing Bulma in the small supplied basset, rocking itself with the swaying of the ship, Henry took a seat on the small cot. Leaning into the palm of his hands, he watched Bulma.
Two weeks. Only two weeks and he would be in England.
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"Land Ahoy!" Henry looked up towards the sailor in the crow's nest, looking out, pointing towards their destination. Henry wiped his brow of the sweat, stretching his back in the ocean sun beating down on his bare, now tan back.
Everyone stopped and looked out towards the north. Placing their hands over their brows to block the suns' rays, looking over the water, land was in view finally. All the men start cheering and throwing their fists into the air. The Captain finally emerged from his own cabin, white shirt, half buttoned, loose black trousers, hat under his arm as he walked to the side of the ship. Rubbing his hands over the boards, his quartermaster approached with the golden trimmed spyglass. Opening it swiftly, he nodded as he looked over. Whispering something then walking back to his captain quarters.
quartermaster turned back, inhaling quickly and sounded off orders, "Ye assigned, swab now-" he pointed over the sailors, barking louder as they quickly approached the on coming port. "Ye need to get 'hold of the sails!"
Henry walked below deck to his cabin to grab the sling, placing his sleeping baby over his shoulder, his chest packed as the young lad came to gather it for unloading. The ship swayed roughly as the anchor finally found the ocean ground, the ship coming to a complete stop almost instantly.
Walking back to the deck, the lad in tow, the plank dropped on three sides of the ship to the port deck. Locking them in place, Henry was the sixth to step off the ship, following the Captain and quartermaster who immediately nodded in respect then accompanied the port master for check in. The towns people looking over shoulders, awaiting their loved ones to leave the ship. Henry walked quickly to the back of the crowd.
Henry stopped in his tracks as he was approached by a boy, no older than sixteen, dressed in respectful outfit. Henry suspected a young squire. He bowed once he finally was in the presence, the lad opened to speak, "Sir Henry?"
"Aye lad, no need for formalities, nothin' but common folk here," Henry smiled.
The boy smiled back in response, hint of red tented his cheeks, obviously not use to the non-formal introduction. "I am here to gather my Sir's cousin and child upon arrival and escort them to their parish on Sant'Agata dei Goti. Please boy, place the chest on that carriage," he pointed for the boy following Henry with the chest. He nodded as he obeyed the command. "Please sir, this way, we need to be going so we can get to the parish within the hour."
"Lead the way."
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They arrived timely on the parish. Greeted by the line of servants standing patiently by the door of the estate. A large home. Three stories high, over several feet wide, stretching at least thirty-six rooms if memory served Henry correctly. Coming to a complete stop, three men joined the squire as he hoped down and led them towards the back of the carriage to gather Henry's belongings. He barked small orders, which the servants obeyed.
Henry stepped down, Bulma now in his own arms, still sleeping soundly. He smiled as Bardock and Eda approached quickly with open arms, smiled on their lips. "Cousin, my beloved cousin, how was your journey?" Bardock was the first to speak.
Henry pierced his lips in a small smile and nodded, "Same ol' as before, I did miss the ocean."
Eda giggled, "Yes the ocean is an amazing place. Although the journey is definitely a trail with a child, oh let me see this beautiful child of my cousins." Henry obeyed, handing Bulma to Eda carefully, "Oh she looks just like Isabel, she has your eyes Henry."
Bardock smiled as he looked in the blanket at the child, he nodded then returned his gaze to Henry, "Please cousin, let us get into the house. This heat is monstrous, and you must be exhausted from your journey. Please, come in." He placed his arm over his shoulder, then stopped briefly, looking over their shoulders towards the squire, "Fabian, please make sure everything is in order then you are free to retire for the evening."
"Yes sir," he bowed and followed towards the servants, commanding them to finish.
They walked into the home, straight to the kitchen, taking a seat quickly. Eda rocking little Bulma still in her arms. Smiling the entire time. Eda went to speak, however was interrupted by another servant woman, she smiled at the woman, "Oh hello Trinia, this is my dear cousins husband and child Bulma, Henry this is my Trinia, she is the governess of this household."
She bowed, lowering her head, Henry responded with a nod. "How do you do sir." She smiled again and returned her attentions back towards Eda and the baby in arms. "Shall I madam?"
"Oh yes, please. Also, have you laid my young ones for the night?"
"Yes madam, both Kakaroto and Juuhachi have been placed down for the night."
"Very well, please take Bulma to her quarters with my children please, and make sure she has been fed."
"Yes madam," Taking the child in arms, she bowed again and exited the room.
"Yer estate looks 'mazing Eda, better 'hen I remember earlier," Henry spoke first with a faded smile.
"Thank you Henry. We so do love our home."
"Henry, I want to thank you for coming to visit-"
Henry shook his hand and smiled, "No thank ye for the invite."
"I must admit Henry I was surprised to have your response so sudden. Don't get me wrong, I waited for the response and both Eda and Myself were trilled you decided to take us up on our offer. We do so worry about you over in the Americas alone. How have you be faring, really."
Henry pierced his lips, saddened features appeared as he nodded to his cousin, "Not the best. It be a tryin' time with my wife's passin' then rasin' the youngin. But the village healer help when needed."
"That is good to hear," Bardock smiled, looked from his wife then to Henry again. Folding his hands on the table, his face became stern viewed as he looked at Henry again, "I want to be frank with you cousin. Eda and I have put much thought in this discussion and I want you to think about this offer. You living so far overseas by yourself is not healthy, not healthy for both you and the child. We wanted to make an offer of you both coming to live with us. We can offer a home, food and schooling for Bulma, and of course home for you-"
"But?"
Bardock knew this would be a hard conversation to carry out with Henry. The offer was definitely a catch of an offer, and that his dear cousin may not be entirely to keen on following. He cleared his throat, "As you know we have a daughter the same age as Bulma and our son is only four years her senior. He will be going off to knighthood soon enough and Juuhachi has been summoned for training at the Vegetasai Cathedral. She has great gifts that will aid her in her future . You have spoken with me before about Bulma possibly needing the same training or boarding for a better future. Unfortunately in doing this, you would have to give up rights as a fatherly title so that she can be granted my title name to be able to attend this opportunity."
Henry nodded, looking between both Eda and Bardock, then to the room that Lady Trinia had just strode through. It took only seconds for Henry to think about the offer. Truth be told this is the moment he needed. Not to give up his child no, but this was a chance for his daughter who was not of fortune only due to him being of common wealth. Sadly his wife gave her rights to the family wealth to marry him. Thus giving up his own child's wealth.
Sir Bardock was a knight, a knight blessed by the current King of Vegetasai, the King of England and all surrounding parishes. King Vegeta the VII was a very powerful man, and loved by all in the country. Bardock was raised as a noblemen, schooled in knighthood when aged to twelve. When Bardock was a page, King Vegeta was a squire, then picked Bardock to be his squire when he was graduated to the next level. Since then, Bardock was his trusted knight. Only recently Bardock was granted the Templar Knighthood title, blessed by the Priests of the Sant'Agata dei Goti, knight of the church, touched by God himself most believed a Templar to be. It was an honor, in Henry's opinion to call him cousin.
He cleared his throat, "She would become a noble?"
Bardock nodded, "Yes, she would be Lady Bulma of Haden of the Son family. She would still be known as an adopted child due to the nature of my wife has obviously not given birth to a set of twins, but will carry on the name of her cousin, your late wife Isabel. Bulma will be blessed cousin."
"And what story ye be tellin' of me? If I were to stay, near the child, givin rights up as her fa'her?"
"In due time we will tell Bulma of you, however, for the sake of the growing process, we would need to tell her that her father passed shortly before her mother of a fever, similar to Isabels. With that I can then carry her into my title, taking the child under my wing to raise her as my own."
Henry nodded once more as he made eye contact with Bardock. It was tempting, "And if I agree to arrangement?"
"You would stay here, as a high servant of the household."
Henry sighed heavily, and nodded again, "Ye very gracious. I agree."
Eda smiled and hugged Henry, "You have made a wise choice Henry, and she will be loved and very well taken care of, this I promise you and on my beloved cousins' grave."
"Yes Henry, she will be well-loved."
"That cousin, I have no doubts of."
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Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, or any DBZ characters named in this story.
Story Meanings:
Templar – Knight of the Church
Parish – Land
Gaia – Mother Earth, ancient Greek Mythology
Aeacus – Devil
Tyche – God
The Era of the story is around the 5th - 10th century, based on the Early/High Middle Ages.
A/N: As the story continues, I will try to clarify certain things that I add, but you will find that I am using Greek mythology for some things, Christianity references, and different areas that have names that are still common today. So if you go and Google things and time lines, you will find out that things will be BC or AC or 1900s, etc. So please do not give me a history lesson, because I can honestly tell you which era is for what because I love history, but I figured I could jumble things up to make it a little exciting! I am going to keep more so to the Early/High Middle Age base line though when it comes to titles and clothing description. Also, everyone are earthlings. There are no aliens! Please, hope everyone enjoyed, and see you next time!