Hey guys!
AnonChan1: Hopefully. I'm hoping to reach 1000 AD by christmas... Russia probably would and America would try to do the same immediatly after. And that may play a part in it, and get to bed, please! RIP. He really isn't, but luckily, any other eruptions aren't very bad for roughly 450 years, but imagine what Iceland goes through, the Island of Fire and Ice... And the doctor part... I've been toying with an idea for a while and I really need to do it. And Ohh yeah. He's going to find out! And I can't read whay you said! And he will! Pretty much... And it is nice.
Frankish/French Vulgar Latin
Italian
Gothic
Old English
Middle Persian
Note: Edited (12/6/16) Also... I don't think I'm going to hit 1000 AD by christmas.
Annabelle glared at the old man as he was escorted to Orleans and Clotilde's sons did the same. Clotilde held her head high as she stared at her brother walk by. The two women had gotten to sit down soon after Frank brought her by and it turned out that Sigismund had his son strangled and she wanted her cousin and parents avenged. Frank gripped his queen's hand as Sigismund was thrown into his prison and they left one by one. Annabelle stayed behind for a second, "Congrates. You continued royalty's curse." (1) Without another glance back, she walked out.
Frank waited patiently with the family and the brothers pulled each other into a hug. "Let's take Burgundy down," Clodomer said. His siblings hummed in agreement and went their separate ways. Clotilde walked back with Childebert to Paris while Clotiare returned to Soissons. Annabelle stood there with Frank and Clodomer.
"I'm sorry Frank. Things are going to get rough," She said, looking over at him with tired eyes. Frank sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Why am I not surprised?"
The woman patted his shoulder, "I'll be here when you need me. Clodomer, what's on your mind?"
The king of Orleans frowned, "I've always heard stories of what Grandpa did to Mother's family and-"
"Do you want me to do it?" Annabelle asked. Gundobad had drowned his wife and driven his daughters into exile, all the while killing anyone else that might have a claim to his throne but his sons. The auburnette couldn't believe it when she heard he had died peacefully in 516.
Clodomer shook his head, "I'll do it next year when Mother is back. She should be here for this." The three nodded and walked into their home without another look back at the prison.
Sigismund's head hit the floor with small thud and blood splattered over the floor. The brothers worked and managed to heave their uncle's body into a well. Clotilde gasped as the sound of the body hitting the bottom echoed around them. Frank held her hand again and led her outside and her children watched them leave. Annabelle approached them and drew them into a hug, "Are you three alright?"
Childebert smiled, "Of course. Another man who made Mother sad is dead. We march on Burgundy soon." Clotaire and Clodomer nodded in agreement. The woman hummed.
"I remember when you all were so small... You used to climb all over me like squirrels..." The three brother's blushed lightly and Annabelle turned heel. "Come on. Godomar is going to attack once he catches word of this, we have to be ready."
And on June 25, a month after Sigismund's death, the Burgundarians attacked. Clotilde's children were joined by Theuderic and Theodoric the Great in the fighting and they fought in Isère on Frank's land.
Annabelle grit her teeth and tried to stay as close to the brothers as she could, but Clodomer got separated. "CLODOMER!" She bellowed over the fighting, but her voice didn't carry very far. Frank cast her a look as she struck another Burgundarian through the stomach. The man gagged and spat blood in her face, but it didn't stop her looking. A gasp behind her caught her attention and a few tears slipped down her cheeks. "Frank-"
"We have to-" The advancement was quickly halted and Burgundy achieved a victory that day.
Annabelle gazed over Frank as he slept peacefully for the first time in a while as the bruises of being beaten stopped keeping him awake. The sun peeked over the window in the room and she smiled. "Good morning, Frank."
"Good morning, Annabelle," He mumbled, twisting in this bed so he could get the sun out of his eyes. "Are you going somewhere?"
She hummed and looked over the letter Estonia had sent her, "Theodoric isn't doing so well right now and the nation wants me over there." Frank sighed.
"If it's the Ostrogoths, go ahead. I'll see you later." The woman smiled and walked over to Frank. He turned his head to look at her, "Hmmm?"
"Thanks, France."
The blonde sat up in bed, "Why do you call me that? I would get it if it were Francia, but France?" She grinned.
"You'll get it later. I'll see you soon?" The teen nodded and tried to bury himself in the sheets again. Annabelle laughed lightly and collected her pack and weapons before walking out the door.
When Fortuna arrived in Ravenna, she did not expect Veneziano to lead her in with a sick look on his face. "Venie, what's going on?" A foul smell came from the home and she pinched her nose. "Venie?"
"Estonia and Theodoric aren't-a feeling too good..." He whimpered, pinching his own nose. The redhead nodded in understanding and went to find a clean pot of water and went outside. Veneziano followed her in confusion. "Sorellona?" Fortuna hummed as she began building a fire underneath. "What are you-a doing?" She smiled as flames licked at the wood.
"Theodoric has a sickness. One of the only ways to get through this sickness is to drink plenty of clean water and wait it out. Come sit by me, the fire isn't going to get you," Fortuna said as she watched over the pot. The child came over and crawled into her lap. "So, how have you been? Have you been feeling sick?"
Veneziano leaned against her and watched the fire, "I've-a been good! Estonia's really nice!" The woman smiled and climbed her fingers through her brother's hair. "That-a feels nice..." He said as he slumped against her. The two sat there until the water had begun to boil and Fortuna very carefully put her brother to the side and took the pot off. "What are you-a going to-a do?"
Fortuna began carrying it inside and silently gagged, "This is for Estonia and-" A sob came from one of the rooms and she put the cauldron down. The siblings quickly made their way into the rooms and Fortuna covered her brother's eyes. It was not a pretty sight, but Theodoric was dead and Estonia was nearby. "Estonia, come over here, please," She begged, holding her free hand out. The blonde shook his head.
"Venie, please go get a maid or something, hurry," The woman asked. Veneziano nodded and scampered off without looking at the room. "Estonia, Theodoric was a good man, but you're going to get sick if you stay over there." Estonia sniffed and shook his head. Fortuna sighed and carefully walked over. "Come on. We're going to get you cleaned up. Theodoric will too, ok?" The blonde cried as they left the room.
Theodoric, who one of the last rulers of a united Italian peninsula, died on August 30, 526, due to dysentry.
Englaland tapped his fingers as he waited for Elizabeth to show up. Cerdic and his son were planning an attack and they wanted Elizabeth there. He sighed as he watched the horizon, half hoping she wouldn't show up. He didn't want her to take part in his wars, he wanted his sister to be safe. A ship peeked over the horizon and he stood up. It crept forward, but the fiery hair was almost impossible to mistake- other than some of his brother's hair.
"You're late!" The blonde yelled over the roar of the waves.
A laugh was heard, "I'm sorry! I didn't know there was a time!" The redhead yelled back. Englaland blinked at the deep red staining Elizabeth's hair, but shrugged it off.
"Come on then! Cerdic isn't going to wait much longer!"
"Well, do you want me to swim? The ship isn't close enough yet!" It was true, the ship was half a kilometer away.
He growled, "Do whatever!" Elizabeth shrugged and stepped onto the railing.
"I'll be over in a little bit! I'm going to need a pair of dry clothes!"
Englaland choked on his spit, "I didn't mean- YOU IDIOT!"
It was too late and Elizabeth had jumped off the side. Water surged over her head and she reached her arms up and swam for the surface. The redhead gasped and looked at the loomed over her and tied her pack tightly over her shoulder. Englaland and the sailors were shouting at her, but she ignored them as she swam for shore. "You idiot! I didn't mean for you to actually jump over board!" The blonde yelled at her as she made it to shore. Her legs and arms shook as she waddled out of the water.
"A little late for that. It's been decades since I've swam like that, damn..." Englaland pulled the pack and weapons off of her. "Thanks..." He hummed and unsheathed the Persian and Celtic blades to wipe them off.
"I'm still wondering how you got these. But we'll get you some dry clothes in a few, I have a home not far from here." Elizabeth hummed and wobbled after him. Her clothes stuck to her skin uncomfortably and her cloak was slowly choking her. They eventually came up to a secluded hut and he lead her inside.
The woman looked around in wonder, "Wow..." The home was rather clean and various lights flew around the home.
Englaland looked over to her with a raised eyebrow, "You can see them? Well, I guess that makes sense..." He continued to mutter to himself as a few lights followed him and a few others flew over to her. Small high-pitched croons were heard and Elizabeth covered her ears. "Elizabeth, what's wrong?"
"I don't know what they're saying, but it hurts my ears," She whined lightly. Some of the glowing dots flew around her head and the redhead looked around widely. "Al, w-what are they doing?" He came over and stood next to her, watching them closely. And extremely large blip flew around Englaland's head and he seemed to converse with it. "Al?"
The blonde held up a finger, "Hold on. I think the faeries are just as confused as you. Flying mint bunny is- oh ok." He turned to her and the large green blob settled on Englaland's head. "He thinks that because you're borrowing some of my aura, that you can see enough of the mythical beings, but you're not borrowing enough to see them clearly." Elizabeth nodded.
"I'm sorry... that I got scared. I'm not used to intelligent beings that I can't properly see." The faeries fluttered slower now and quickly went off to where they were resting before.
"It's fine. Alright, now let's get you into dry clothes. I have a dress somewhere you can borrow," The blonde said as he began running around the house. Different firelights helped him and within a minute, they pulled out a bright red dress with a white over-dress.
Elizabeth took it carefully, the new threads slipping easily over her fingers, "Al, why do you hav-"
"I'll be outside. Some get me when you're done!" Englaland yelled and dove out the door. Several laughs echoes inside the house, even though most could only hear one. The redhead slipped out of her damp clothes and into the new ones and frowned at how a few inches trailed on the ground.
The woman opened the door, "Al, it's a little long." He raised an eyebrow.
"It'll be fine, but we need to go. You can't fight in that either, obviously," He said and Elizabeth huffed.
"Fine, be that way, but let's go. Cerdic is waiting," She growled. Englaland shook his head and lead her over to a pony. "Are you going to need help?"
The kid pouted and she laughed, "Hold on. I'll join you in a moment." The woman heaved him onto the equine's bareback and let himself settle before getting on behind him. "Shit. This is why I don't wear dresses." Green eyes looked back and a thick eyebrow rose. Elizabeth's legs couldn't sit on a horse like normally, so both sat what would be known as 'saddle side'. "Whatever, we need to go."
As Englaland had predicted, Cerdic did not make her fight at Cerdicesleah, but they brought back the tale of the utter defeat of the Britons. Englaland winced as he walked and Elizabeth picked him up and put him on her shoulder. When questioned, "I'm carrying the growing nation! He is the true victor and the true victor should see all of his land." Cerdic nodded and left it at that. The blonde sitting on her shoulder wrapped an arm around her head to steady himself and squeezed it in thanks.
Even more, the kingdom of Essex was founded that year by the Saxons living there. Englaland was beginning to catch up on her a little bit as he slowly grew another few inches. Elizabeth stayed with her brother as 528 slipped by, but a bit of Byzantinian news slipped by her.
"HE WHAT?" She yelled and slammed her sandaled foot into a nearby sapling. Englaland sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I got word that Justanian closed down the Academy founded by Plato. The remaining scholars are retreating into Persia," He finished and looked over at Elizabeth.
She sighed in relief and plopped down, "That's good. Sasa will take care of them."
The blonde sat next to her, "I'm assuming you know them?"
The woman ran a hand through her hair, "I know Persia and Greece was still a baby when I saw him, but I have never met the Byzantine empire." Englaland nodded.
"Go make sure they make it there alright. I'll be fine." Elizabeth smiled at him and pulled him into a hug. "Alright, alright, lemme go you idiot!" They laughed and the redhead finally stood.
"If you say so. Thank you, Al," The woman said, gripping his shoulders. He looked at her with a confused expression. She shook her head and walked off, following the trail of faeries who were their breadcrumbs. They winked happily and Elizabeth was soon off the island nation.
It was the scariest trip the auburnette had taken in a while. She had to head into the Mediterranean sea and weave between Greece's many islands. A few officials questioned her, but luckily, her knowledge of Late Latin got her through without too many questions. Finally, when she reached Sasanian land, she crumbled in relief. A pair of familiar arms picked her up into a bridal-style hug.
"Hey, Sasa. How have you been?" The man smiled and carried her over to his horse.
Several men looked at her in curiosity, but the two ignored them, "I've been great! Are you here because of..." Persia trailed, looking over at the train.
"Yeah. Can you put me down? I've been terrified out of my mind for the past few days." He grinned and flipped her over an arm. Neylan laughed and finished the spin so she landed on her feet. "Damn it, Sasa! Can't you do anything normally?" The two laughed again and some of the men conversed lowly.
"Scholars, this is an old friend of mine. She is here to help us," The empire introduced and the teachers nodded. "So, how have you been, other than the past few days? Adopted anyone new?" Nelyan's face fell at the thought of Clodomer.
"A son of a family I was close with died. That family is going to have and cause hell." Persia nodded. "Do you know where we're heading?"
He nodded and looked at the sun before a 'random' direction, "We're heading towards the Academy of Gondishapur. Khosrau is having it resized to fit all the new scholars."
Neylan nodded and readjusted her pack and weapons, "That makes sense. You and Byzantine really don't-"
"No, we don't." The two quickly dropped the subject and they got back to the trek. Several of the men had actually met the empire and her sons and brought pleasant news. Greece and Cyprus were slowly growing and currently, Neylan might not have been happier.
(1) I've come to find- as well as many other will or know- that it was not uncommon for royalty to kill each other. In the barbaric times, generally anytime before 800 (I think, I haven't gone that far yet), it was not uncommon for relatives to be killed. The French were both the cruelest and kindest with this though. Around this time and in the next 100-150 years, distant relatives were slaughtered or married off or they had a choice to give up all royal titles and join a church as Christianity and Catholicism emerged.
So we actually ended on a happy note! But the next chapter is going to be really hard. Go on wikipedia and look at 535 and 536. It's not pretty. And then, Y. Pestis. Also, I just had my childhood crushed. Winx Club is Italian and I never knew that.