Wallachia 1475 was not a place you'd ever think to be. But here you where for the past three years, living in a moderate size home, you found fairly abandon and run down. Not to mention dirty, yet with some elbow grease and agreement you managed to turn into a place of Adequate living. The place was seemingly hidden away from a village six to five minutes away, among a path sort of hidden behind shrubs. Leading to a small incline to your place, nestled on what seem to sort of a small hill, surrounded by scattered trees with moss winding around the trunks. Fallen leaves peppered across the ground and a small simple garden on the side, you kept lushly with a minor hen coop, housing just two of the birds.
Chopped wood stacked neatly in a pile close to the house. The ax rested nearby, lightly covered in some snow that dusted the ground in a thin blanket.
Now, with the change is season.
This was your home and life. A life you had to adapt after arriving, with some help of course. Nearly everything changed about you, what choice did you really have? Some much was taken if not stripped from you.
Six years never felt so long, but it was the three years within those six that were the loneliest. Yet, you managed and still held out hope of some kind and find some solace. Despite how rooted and buried it'd become.
The sun rose warming the skies a little, pierced ever so slightly through your curtains, into your room. Onto your empty bed, you where nowhere to found in the room, having already risen for the day. Started the brick hearth fire, grabbed your robe and fetched some eggs, collecting four. Took out a kettle filled it water and set it on the hook over the flame.
With your robe still on went back outside to the small shed adjacent a few feet away from the house take out a few things quickly. You needed to hurry up, time was eating away and soon they'd be here.
If they came before you ate or finished any daily task then you'd be rather...bothered.
Once back inside you quickly go to the counter and start.
The last thing you needed was an unwanted surprise. Taking a bowl out, take two eggs and break them though only add the egg white. Stopping for a moment get three cups of flour, add it. Some nutmeg and sugar, add that. Stepping away from it, gather some butter and cream. Add it in, hear the kettle whistle go to it, takt it off and set it down for about five minutes, pour a bit of it into the bowl. Find a spoon and begin mixing.
It was quiet, except the crackling and splinting of the wood burning and nature's sound from outside. It was dull quiet, your eyes reflected such a feel. Even as you hummed merrily to yourself. Slowly, you mixed, around and around. A light sigh expelled from your sealed lips.
"Some cinnamon, might be good." you mutter softly, stopping for a moment and get a pinch. Throw it in, start stirring again.
Round and around you watched mixture turn into a sort of thick beige doughy lump, it was nearly ready. Again you stop and find tray, dust a bit with of flour and your hands, scoop out half a hand full, roll into a ball set it on the tray. You do it thirteen more times and set it on the rack over the hearth to bake. Next, you needed to change and also eat, but first you go back the counter and gather a few sweeter ingredients make frost, set it aside. Taking another bowl, smaller this time toss in the egg yolks, a few dry ingredients, crushed walnuts, and some spices, with some milk get out a medium iron skillet and with a ladle scoop out some of the mixture making four circles, set the skillet over the fire to cook.
In two minutes you flip the four circles over, another two minutes take them out and set them on a plate, you do four more, out of habit. One would think after two years you'd know not to do that, but how...how could you stop? Making their meal and setting their plate. While waiting for them to enter any minute now...from outside or whatever errand they did or had to do, they too had to adjust to living like this. But, they made it work which was good.
Filling the two plates with...pancakes set them down on the counter, take down two cups and fill them with milk set them just a bit in front of the fire. Leave them and take out the tray of course with something covering your hand to avoid burning it, humming merrily that turned into a soft singsong. Slowly filling the emptiness, bringing some feeling. Taking the tray set it down on the counter to cool, go and get the two cups, set them down too. Add a pinch of cinnamon, open the cabinet take out some honey and put in a tablespoon each one, stir.
A weak smile softly crept on your lips, from the memory rising bringing a sting to your eyes, they loved this drink you made. The two of you would drink it together especially in winter. Breakfast and dinner, if not maybe some warm wine. But mainly this, it was the best thing either of you had of home. Home, the thought came warmly as it did solemnly, what was happening now? You often wondered, was everyone alright? Back home? Where they still being diligent and protecting it? You often believed they still where despite their...loss.
Sighing quietly, stare emptily at the milk, your expression reflected back. Only curved your smile downward, you had to tear away from the reflection and milk altogether.
Quickly you glance at the window, without a clock you had to guess the time, it was obvious quite a bit of time went by. How much you guessed about...an hour to hour and a half.
Which meant, looking down, "I better change," you snicker softly. You couldn't have anyone here while still in your nightgown, it was deemed 'improper' you learned.
First things, first. You needed to eat, utensils here in this time was odd, especially a fork. Getting one, bring your plate to you and eat. Delicious as always.
"Isabella! Isabella!" A woman calls after the little brown hair girl, racing away clearly ignoring the woman. "Isabella! Wait! Wai-"
It was too late and useless, the girl wasn't going to stop, she was in such a hurry. Sprinting across the village street towards the growth behind it, a huge smile on her face, she wasn't the only either. A few other children about three, ran in the same direction. They were two to three years older than Isabella, so they ran faster, but she pushed her little legs beneath her brown skirt, pounding her buckled brown leather boots on the ground to reach them. Or at least their speed, each of them where heading in the same direction, a place most adults would wish they didn't go at first but eventually didn't mind. Out of all the children Isabella was eager, she could hardly wait every time she woke up. She'd quickly eat, then dress, and rush out. Her mother would be calling after her, like she just did but would stop and send her older Dante to follow.
He'd appear soon, she knew that, and didn't much mind. Right now she just wanted to get, there. Gripping the shawl her mother made her wear to protect against the cold elements, noticed three new faces in the village with a horse drawn wagon. Two where males, one had long golden-yellow hair and dressed black leather long frock coat with gold the other one with short messy brown hair wore a long cap with heavy white fur on the top with a whip attached to his waist and gruffy expression. The last one was a female, with short either light orange hair or strawberry-blonde hair, dressed in a blue robe, looking the kindest out of the three talking with someone who shook their head, but pointed to the growth where Isabella was headed.
Tempted to stop and inquire, Isabella wanted to her thing more so she left it alone. Not thinking much of it and hurried to the growth. Her smile growing bigger on what might happen today.
"Are you sure, this is the right way?" Trevor asked annoyed, holding the reigns directing the horse and wagon up the path. Listening to the directions Sypha gave him.
She sat beside him up front distracted by seemingly faded marks craved in the tree and on the path, clearly not paying Trevor any mind. Until he coughed hard getting her attention did she answer. "Y-Yes, we are. Just up here and we should arrive."
"Everything, looks the same," Trevor exasperated, "a tree there, dirt and snow there, and another tree. I think that old woman was lying. Not to mention I don't hear any music."
Sypha rolled her eyes. "It's up here, Trevor. The woman said so, we're not lost if that's what you think. I am a Speaker after all, my memory isn't faulty."
Trevor was about to say something, when Alcuard sitting in the back of the wagon did. "Did either of you ever think of what might happened if we're turned away? If no one really in the village offered room or anything of sort, what makes you sure they will? Quite frankly I believe we're wasting time, we can easily set up camp like before to save time. Precious time I might add."
"True, it would," Sphya agreed, "but after the attack we should see to the animal and wagon for any damage, we won't stay long. The Belmont estate is still on the same path, even through this village. If they don't offer us room then we'll have to see what our other option will be."
Trevor chimed in. "Was it just me or did that lady who told us where to go, seeming increasingly either pushy or happy."
"What are you talking about?" Sypha asked.
"What I mean is the way she looked at me and I suppose you too," he threw at Alucard, earning silence, "with this strange joy of some kind. Expecting something or believing whatever is suppose to happen, happen, and what she said."
"Seems your sobriety has yet to come to fruition, Belmont," Alucard jabbed.
Trevor gave a half false chuckle, grunted quietly to himself. Opened his mouth to say something, "Trevor! Stop!" Sypha shouted alarmed, pulling hard on the reigns, stopping the horse just in time.
She quickly leaped out, Alucard inquired what happened. To which Trevor wasn't sure, watching Sypha go the front of horses, kneel down for a moment. Come up still seemingly talking to someone or something. A lifted brow arched on Trevor.
"Sypha, what is it?"
"What note is it?" you asked lightly with a smile to Owen, sitting across from you on one of the five stools you had, holding a recorder to his lips.
He looked at you with unsure brown eyes, taking a moment to think about it, you couldn't help but chuckle a bit inside. You weren't upset, he was only eight so it was expected that he didn't remember the note fully. But the determined look held on his face, he was going to get it down. With a hand he pushed some of his dark messy hair out his face, slowly bobbed his head up and down. When it clicked! He remembered and played the note, the other two sitting on the stools began playing. Louis on lyre, a fitting instrument for a boy his age of 10, also it helped him in become delicate. Edward, on panpipes his green eyes lighting up like his short red hair to the music merrily being played. One would think a boy of elven wouldn't be into this. You yourself stood before them, dressed in dark green bodice laced dress and white bell sleeve blouse. Your hair was pulled back into a ponytail so you wouldn't have any interference playing the viola. Humming and lightly dancing to the music, next to you on your right holding a pinch of her rusted red skirt with her left hand and with the other a tambourine.
Joan, doing her best to follow your steps as fairly like as you. Doing ever light twirl you did, she was a bit off with some of the steps, but managed to keep your speed. Mainly because you where missing your extra dancer on your left. Isabella. Who hadn't shown up yet, which was unlike her. You began to worry not seeing her, even if she was late, she'd coming bursting through the moment the music started playing. Quickly running to her stool, snatching the bell and jump in. Her bell remained untouched next to Edward.
A sinking feeling hit you, you hoped...you just hoped...Ricco and his men hadn't suddenly came and...no, you couldn't think that nor did you want too. She would show up, you knew it.
"Alright, lighter," you tell them.
They switch tune and play lighter, thought it was a bit heavy still. You continued going with it, humming still that turned into a light, clear vocal. Putting a smile not just to their faces, but yours too. Even if it was small.
He liked this, you remember for a moment. You signing and playing the instrument, he'd sit right where Louis was listening to you or over by the garden or fixing something around the land. Listening to you, smiling him, you'd play music from your time since no one was around. Though eventually started playing music from here, and at times he join you in dancing. As you did with Joan, the two of you, a grown dancing with you. Back then, what good times.
Hearing your note off for a moment, push the memory back and stay with the kids. You and Joan dancing together in a circle, her blue eyes dancing too. Locking with yours, smiling. While waiting for the next step, ready to execute it. Whatever you might throw, you where itching to, too. Lean in a bit, she does the same, her curly brown hair tied into a low pony tail bouncing with each movement. You take a sharp left step, she followed, you do a right. She kept up, it was hard not to laugh a little, what a fun little battle. You move back a few steps, she follows. Even leaping and twirling, the second you did locking eyes with you when you two passed each other. She even started humming, trying to match your vocals.
The boys soon caught on, quickly exchanged looks. Owen giggling a bit, missing a few notes. Edward itched to join, while Louis noticed some people approach. Stopped for a moment, realizing who was with them.
Isabella.
Walking up holding Sypha's hand, she quickly let go of and raced over to her bell. Snatched it, rang it loud and high. Jumped in with you, you almost bummed into her, if not for her bell. Quickly smile at her, allow her to join. Unaware of the others.
"I see why this place is called, Orpheus Mound," Alucard noted, looking at the sight before him.
Trevor retained his broad expression. "Honestly, the kids aren't even that good. I am to assume, she," he pointed to you, "is the one we talk too. Are all those kids hers?"
"I highly doubt it," Alucard said.
Trevor shrugged, looked to Sypha who was quiet. "Sypha?" He noticed the sudden look of surprise plated on her face, at you.
She blinked a few times, each time seem to register something in her mind. Each time some sort of...pieces of memory came that connected in some way. Studying you a bit, the best she could while you danced. Your hair, was no longer...a dark pink to almost wine color it was somehow inky black and longer reaching to your waist. You looked much older that was sure, face matured but still maintained that heart-shape, your body too. More womanly than adolescence. And your eyes...they still where the same color, but something seemed...different about them. Studying your features a bit more, it clicked when she saw that smile. Though small and knowing it before for being big a bright, was the same.
Her eyes lite up and danced. Clasping her hands together, inhaled gleefully, said your name.
"Aurora!"
You stop hearing...that name, that name you had to use. The music stopped too, the children's eyes on you waiting to see what you would do. Your back to Sypha, knew that voice, it struck a cord in your heart, that leaped yet dropped. And some how shivered at the same time, this had to be some sort of mistake...slowly the viola falls to your side. For a moment grip the bow, relax. Drop your stinging eyes to the ground, take a moment, squeeze them shut...see an old memory that almost erupted buried emotions, if not for...that gentle and light touch on your shoulder. That you hadn't felt in so long, by...her.
Your eyes snap open before Sypha walked into your view, a smile of relief and joy on you softly. Your arms wanted to just wrap around her, but you restrain yourself. Look at her warmly and pushed joy, the same with your smile.
"Hello, Sypha."
I adding this story because I like both stories of this. The modern one and the show one.