Whispered Regret
Author's Notes: Thanks for the reviews. :D And, from Whitewash's, I may or may not rewrite Chapter 1 with 50 more angst! O: Possibly.
Maybe once I actually finish this whole thing and maybe make a 'revamp' where I elborate on stuff. And excuse any spelling/grammer errors. I do all my writing in WordPad. :D
Also, I'm merely assuming on how long it has been since the Verline Plains. Since you know each turn is usually a portion of the day and all... I assume it's been a while.
OH OH! Special thanks to Feral, 'cause she requested this so without her you all wouldn't even be able to read this! O: And to Whitewash and Rasler as well.
Excuse formating issues, due to fanfiction being a pain lately, I had to improvise. I'll clean this all up once it's working properly. 3
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----------------------------------------------------------Chapter 2 - Meeting
It had been a little over a month since the end of the Yggdra War, so it had been about a few months since Yggdra had averted a potetially deadly war in the Verline Plains, unfortunantly it had a heavy price; in order to stop a bloody massacre from breaking out the Royal Army had been forced to either completely wipe out the White Rose or the Black Rose. They choose the Black Rose, and as a result Lord Roswell Branthese of Black Rose was slain leaving the Black Rose leaderless and rather ruined from the clash of the Black Rose and Royal Army. It did however mean the White Rose was betrayed by the Empire and their scion, Rosary Esmeralda, was forced to flee her manor to avoid capture until the Royal Army came to her aid and rescued her. It had been nearly three months since that day, and it so happened today was the anniversry of Roswell's death.Rosary and Roswell had never really been that close in their later years, but Rosary still made a point to pay her respects to his grave. Mainly out of guilt, it was her and his pride that led to his death, had both of them put it aside and not craved the power of the Ankhs, no one would've had to die.
Ugh... Those damn Ankhs. Still, I do have to give credit to that Nessiah for orchestrating the whole thing... Me and Roswell were completely focused on getting the other's Ankh, I doubted if a God had descented to earth me and him wouldn't have even noticed...
The scion of White Rose was walking alone, she had ditched her entourge of witches in the city of Marvel about half-way between the White Rose and Black Rose territories, in her hands was a bouqet of flowers that she planned to lay on Roswell's grave when she went to pay her respects. They had buried the lord of the Black Rose near his manor, and the scion could probably find it with her eyes blindfolded. But she was very suprised to see someone else at Roswell's grave, someone she hadn't seen since the end of the Yggdra War. In front of the tombstone was a blonde haired girl, with a silver tiara positioned perfectly on her head, the silky looking blonde hair was braided in a few places near the tiara and the girl wore a dress with a black corset and a frilly skirt, with other little decorations and such here and there. In the girl's hand was a golden scepter and in the other flowers that she placed neatly on the grave. The witch couldn't see the girl's face, but she knew who it was; the tiara was a dead give away, but Rosary could recognize the girl even without it."Yggdra? What are you doing here?"
The Queen of Fantasia seemed to 'perk up' at the sound of the witch's voice and turned her head to look at Rosary with a curious expression on her face. If the scion didn't know any better, Yggdra was suprised to see Rosary here.
"Rosary? I could ask you the same thing, couldn't I? I'm merely paying my respects to Roswell...", the blonde's voice turned sorrowful as she mentioned Roswell, and Rosary knew why, Yggdra had been the one who killed Roswell, "Is that why are you here as well?"
"Yeah, it's been three months since that day now... But it feels like yesterday, doesn't it?" spoke the scion softly as she walked over to Yggdra's side and lay the flowers on the grave as well
"I suppose it does, tell me Rosary, how have you been? I'm sorry I haven't been able to visit you or anything..."
"Ah, don't worry. I know you're busy. I've been a bit busy myself, but nothing more then I'm used too.", the witch paused and looked around, "You came alone?"
"Why yes. Is that unusual?" inquired Yggdra curiously
"Well yes it is! You know there are still bandits around here! What if any of them saw you? I mean, you do stick out like a sore thumb, anyone could recognize you as the Queen of Fantasia in just a glance. And you don't have the Gran Centurio anymore and I'm pretty sure you can't use the Scepter as weapon either... It's a thing of wisdom, not battle." pointed out the witch scoldingly
"You misunderstand. I came to Roswell's grave alone, but I didn't come all the way here alone. I left my bodyguards in Marvel... And I could say the same to you, I bet you ditched your witches in Marvel too, didn't you?"
"Er... Well...", Rosary let out a soft sigh and shrugged, "Ok, ok I did. I didn't even want them to come along in the first place, but they insisted so..."
"Hahaha... I know how you feel, they insisted as well pointing out the same things you did. Looks like our protecters think alike don't they?", said the Queen smiling softly, "This seems a little odd to be talking in front of Roswell's grave... Want to go sit underneath that tree?"
"Sounds great, it'd be better to sit down and talk then stand wouldn't it?"
Yggdra nodded in agreement and Rosary followed, but as she did she noticed something... Odd. Now Yggdra was always a bit pale and a frail looking girl, she remembered how suprised she was when she saw the girl manage to lift and use such a large sword like the Gran Centurio with her skinny arms, but as the scion looked at her Yggdra looked even more frail, and her skin seemed paler then usual.
Is she sick or something?
"Hey Yggdra, you don't look so well. Are you feeling ok?""Huh? Of course I'm fine, do I look sick?" inquired the girl, trying to sound hurt
"Well it's just you look pale... Paler then usual anyway. Plus when you were walking well... Something just seemed off, that's all."
"It's just your imagination." pointed out Yggdra impatiently waving her hand, "I'm fine."
"Ok, ok. If you say s-", Rosary stopped midsentence as she noticed something white just barely peeking out of Yggdra's sleeve, the blonde seemed to take notice and quickly put her hand behind her back, "What was that?"
"N-nothing, w-why? Did you see something?" squeeked Yggdra, it was obvious she was hiding something from her tone of voice
"You're hiding something from me...", stated the scion taking a few steps to get closer to Yggdra, "... Aren't you?"
"N-no of course n-not...", said the young Queen nervously as Rosary's pale red eyes stared angerily into Yggdra's softer pale blue eyes
"If you aren't hiding anything, then why don't you give me your hand then?"
"Uh... W-well, uhm..." studdered Yggdra nervously looking away to break Rosary's angry gaze
In that time Rosary quickly reached out and grabbed the girl's right arm tightly and pulled it forward as Yggdra yelped at the sudden movement. In a flash the scion had pulled up the right sleeve of Yggdra's dress and examined the badly placed bandages on the girl's wrists. They were obviously done by someone with next to no skill at all in tying a bandage and it took only a few seconds for Rosary to unraval them... And gasp at what lay beneath.
"Yggdra... Why...?" said the witch slowly and carefully, looking Yggdra straight in the eye, "Why did you do this...?"
On the blonde's right wrist was a series of horizontal scars, it didn't take a genius to figure out what they were for and who did them. Rosary was only glad Yggdra didn't know the proper way to slit one's wrists, had she made a vertical cut instead... Rosary might not be speaking to the Yggdra alive.
"I... I... P-please Rosary you... You can't tell anyone... I just... I..." said the blonde, choking back tears as they began to well up in her eyes
"How could you! How could you even think of doing this! Yggdra, do you have any idea what you could've done!? You could've killed yourself! Why would you do this!? Tell me!" demanded the witch angerily gripping Yggdra by the shoulders and shaking her
"You just don't understand Rosary!" screamed the young Queen as she began to cry"Don't understand what!? I understand perfectly! You tried to kill yourself, what is there to understand! Why would you do this! Why!?" yelled the scion, louder then before
"Listen to me! You just don't understand! You don't understand!!" screamed Yggdra louder then before
Suddenly the young Queen managed to free herself from Rosary's grip and as the tears streamed down her face she ran off, dodging the witch's attempt to regain her grip on her friend."Yggdra! Come back!"
You were too hard on her... Dammit! I have to catch her before she tries that again... Or worse, bandits find her!
Quicky the scion of White Rose ran after Yggdra, whom despite her long skirt and formal clothing was rather good at running in that dress. But Rosary wasn't about to give up, she was going to catch Yggdra and have her tell her why she tried to commit suicide, Rosary had to know.