Estonia stood in front of his cauldron. He was awaiting his mistress' arrival. How long has it been? Estonia would sometimes think as he waited for her. It's been a long time was all he knew. For the past years of his stay in the room, he's not seen the sun nor has he breathed fresh air. The queen has had him locked up with all needed amenities one might possibly want. And simply, Estonia bided his time.
Estonia was not allowed to escape though. And he couldn't. Once he showed his face to civilization again, he would have a bounty on his head and his head on a guillotine.
"Russia is falling down~ Falling down~ Falling down~" Estonia sang. He knew it well enough even if the queen didn't.
This was how it was for Estonia. He would wait in front of his cauldron in his robes, he would answer his mistress's question, and he would face another epileptic attack and wake up the next day to do the exact same thing all over again.
The epileptic attacks were painful. It was a wonder to queen how it happened. Estonia was a virile and strong young man. But little did she know that she was the cause of what was happening to him. Every time she asked for an answer, the magic that kept Estonia alive was slowly killing him. He was an oracle, you see. A powerful oracle, but he was very young; barely any experience.
Estonia could still remember how he first discovered his powers.
FLASHBACK
The yellow and orange leaves just kept falling down. The blue skies were tinged with purple and orange. Young Estonia ran around with a tall man following him. They were currently in the shores of a lake north of the town they lived in.
"FATHER! Stop chasing me!" Young Estonia yelled happily.
His father kept chasing him in a circular notion. Estonia's mother smiled at them from a distance on a red mat. "Don't go off to far!" They heard her shout from a distance near the trees.
The young Estonia ran off a bit into the river. This was a long time ago, you see. The lake was so unpolluted and the world was so young that you could still see the very bottom of the lake.
"Father! I want to swim!" Young Estonia cried out in a happy voice.
"Go ahead, son!" His father encouraged. It was a happy day and not wanting to ruin anything, every whim of the young Estonian boy was granted even if the consequences were horrendous. They would later face the wrath of Estonia's mother, Estonia's father thought before Estonia jumped into the lake. Estonia's father followed.
Young Estonia swam as fast as his little arms could take him. WOW! It's so deep! AND BLUE! I LIKE BLUE! Young Estonia would think in all his childhood wonder. But little did he see three dark grey figures just seen on the shore of the other side of the lake. Estonia's father did not see either, for all his attention was on his son.
Estonia continued swimming until he dived under and swam around his father and popped his little blonde head behind his father and started splashing water at his father's also blonde head.
"Got you!" Happy Estonia screamed in a girly voice as he giggled.
"No…" Estonia's father slowly said. "I GOT YOU!" He splashed water at his son and they continued playing like little children.
Estonia's father loved these moments when he wasn't living in fear and instead was just with his son. Acting normal and having fun. But this was not the fate to be bestowed upon the father and son.
The sky suddenly turned into a stormy grey. The wind blew cold and the sun was no longer shining and was replaced by distant sounds of thunder. Three grey figures in long hooded coats slowly walked on the water as Jesus Christ did in the Bible.
Estonia, being the young naïve boy he was, slowly lifted his head to his father. His father's face was a mask of horror. And even Estonia knew then that something bad was about to happen.
"Father?" Estonia said as they continued floating silently in the water.
"Eduard. Swim. Swim back to your mother." Estonia's father ordered silently.
"NO! FATHER!" Estonia shouted in disbelief. Why would his father ask him to do that? What about him?
"Where are you going, little boy?" A cold menacing voice asked. It was a voice of a woman.
Estonia shivered in fear. "Father…" He whispered into the damp cloth of his father's cloak.
"When I say go. You go. No ifs, no buts. Do you understand, Eduard?" Estonia's father said to young Estonia. Estonia nodded.
"Why hello, Estonia. Long time no see." Another cold figure asked, he turned towards Estonia. "You have grown so much. How quickly time flies." The cold figure continued. It was a voice of a man.
"We were once in combat together. Never again will that happen. No matter what you say." Estonia's father sneered at the figures.
"BUT YOU WILL JOIN US." The third grey figure said with emphasis in all of his words. It was a voice of a man.
"No." Was all the father said.
"Let the meek inherit the earth then." The first spoke. "And under the earth will they inherit."
"EDUARD. GO!" Estonia's father screamed at the top of his voice. A bright light shined in front of them and before Estonia was a ring of blue fire.
Estonia, frightened, swam with all his might back to his mother but the second figure who spoke blocked his way. "Where are you going, poppet?" His voice sneered.
The figure then created a flame of black fire in his hand. "Good bye, poppet." He threw the flame into Estonia's small face. Estonia squeezed his eyes shut.
But he felt nothing; nothing but the ice cold water of the lake in droplets on his face.
The man stuttered, "No. It's not- it's not possible."
The third man spoke, "So it seems that you taught him some tricks, old man."
"Do you think I will let you have my son that easily?" Estonia's father said as he swam towards his son and pulled him into a protective embrace and as he did Estonia heard a voice in head. When I tap your back three times, swim back to your mother and tell her torm. Think of pine trees and snow. I'll catch up with you as soon as possible. The voice said.
"The deal was made years ago. You promised us the blood of that bastard king!" The cold female voice yelled. "IF WE CANNOT HAVE THE KING'S BLOOD, WE WILL HAVE YOUR SON'S."
The cold figure raised her raised her left hand and a small ball of yellow light appeared. "A small little ball of sunshine, let your son feel its strength." She threw it in anger towards Estonia's small figure.
"NO!" Estonia's father said, as he tapped Estonia's back. Estonia's head went underwater as he tried to open his eyes and swim with his head under the water. Under the water he saw his father rise above the water and throw his own small balls of light. Estonia could not believe it. He had heard the words of the figures, could his father really be a killer?
He could not even imagine it, so he swam as fast as he could back to his mother, he thought of the snow and the pine trees on his family's farm land. But as he reached the shore, he heard several booms of thunder, he turned to see three cold grey figures advancing towards the shore with a corpse in their arms. He ran towards his mother.
"MOTHER. TORM. FATHER SAID TORM." Estonia yelled as he gripped his mother's skirt. Estonia's mother's eyes widened in horror as she saw the quickly advancing figures. She said words in a strange language, whether it was Latin or Greek or something not of this world, Estonia could not tell.
To Estonia's amazement, as his mother said the words, they were slowly becoming translucent with a soft yellow light around them. And as they were nearly gone, he heard a loud scream of no as he was hit by a ray of black lighting. His mother was unable to protect him as her spell made her both vulnerable and unable to stop her words as she focused to get them out of the place.
Estonia fell into his mother's arms as they slowly disappeared from the angry grey figures and slowly appeared back in their own home.
Estonia remember this mother's sad face as she realized her husband died. She had no choice but to tell Estonia what they were. They were Oracles. Magical beings that were constantly abused for their powers and visions, whether they were abused or they abused their own powers. The three cold figures were explained to Estonia as the Furies. A group of cold grey figures that were once Estonia's father's comrades and were once Oracles but fell into their current form because of their abuse of power.
"Mother, what does torm mean?" Estonia lastly asked his mother.
"It means storm. The storm has come." Estonia's mother said silently to him as the sun set.
FLASHBACK OVER
HELLO!
OH DEAR GOODNESS. I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDTING FOR SO LONG! I'M SO SORRY!
I have no excuses for not updating, so I will try my best to post the next chapter today the earliest or tomorrow at the latest.
This chapter is a bit on Estonia's back story. It has a lot to do with what's going to happen.
Also if some of you were a bit upset that my characters are a bit out of character, I apologize. I made them that way to suit the story. I will try my best to make them more like the character on the actual anime.
And also, torm is really storm in Estonian. And the three figures are NOT Hetalia characters but more of just minions. They work for someone else in the story, that may or not have already appeared in the story. I just decided to call them the Furies because it seemed befitting with the trio of dark figures and all. So yeah, this is mostly a flashback chapter.
So other than that, THANK YOU FOR READING! I haven't written in a while, so Im sorry if its not that good.
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