《Your name is Pyrecilla Abronova》8-0
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The first flake of snow has fallen to the ground.
It only lasted a minute before dissolving back into water.
Following were many other fragments that looked similar in comparison.
They arrived on soil from the sky, and slowly returned to the original form.
However, as more and more snow fell on the ground, it became white.
Whenever you could turn there was only one colour.
The rest was indistinguishable.
As a child I remember at one point of time there was a single snowflake fell on my hand.
I was wearing leather mittens during that day and the flake in question wasn't like the rest.
Normally when you think about snow everything is just a white coat made by little dribblers of round bits.
But this one time I could see the structure of this single snowflake.
It's quite amazing that I still remember that today, though there was no significance to it.
It was just a memory I had from my childhood, from the period I still used to play in the snow.
Those were nice times, I do admit, but now I'm a little older and perhaps slightly wiser.
But why am I thinking about the snow and the past right now?
I’m currently travelling inside a comfortable carriage, looking outside the window.
The landscape of the farmland covered in the snow is filling my vision.
These almost endless fields, forests and occasional buildings made out of wood.
I feel like I’m simply floating, riding the carriage to the destination,
and it appears that I will be arriving there very soon.
“We can’t be this far from the mansion now.” I state while turning away from the window.
“Of course young madam.” The maid nods. “I believe a few more minutes.”
“Then I’m glad you have decided to come with me.” I mention. “Even though for the purpose of accompanying me briefly.”
“It is my pleasure to serve you young madam.” The maid blows to you.
It was decided by my mother and me that this year’s winter break I will be spending with my friend, Harrivetta.
We have been good friends since we met at school, even though I think she sees me as a rival.
We studied together, competed in physical exercise and talked about various topics.
I don’t think I could imagine a person that was a better friend for me than Harrivetta.
However, there is one more reason why I am going there, the case of my violin practise.
Because a famous musician expressed his desire to visit the countryside,
Harrivetta’s family successfully arranged his stay at their mansion.
Bahik Salayev is his name, although I don’t know much about him personally.
If he were to witness my ability then it would be beneficial for my education.
Yet, there is also another goal in my mind, one that my mother approves of.
As a growing young lady who haven’t got the opportunity for her debut yet,
I am anxious to even consider what effect on my reputation could a recommendation from Salayev have.
If I were to impress him with my ability, it would certainly spread a positive word among the nobles and their circles.
That’s the more important reason why I was practising violin all this time.
“I wish you and mother could stay with me.” I voice.
“It is due work that madam is unable.” The maid says.
“I do understand that but please do visit if you have the time.” You explain. “After all, it would be proper to express thanks to Harrivetta and her family.”
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“I shall keep that to my mind young madam.” The maid nods.
It is true that your mother did express that she would be upmost busy and couldn’t travel with me.
Yet, to my knowledge, she works from home, doing accounting and planning.
I understand that she wants to keep it secret from everyone but I don’t know the significance of it.
Perhaps one day she is going to tell me everything so I could at least help her.
But nevertheless, the important thing for me is to focus on the future ahead.
Finally, after a long and tiring trip we arrive at the mansion without incidents.
As I notice the carriage stopping and I open the window’s curtain.
The light beams in and I am now finally able to see Harrivetta’s house with my own two eyes.
It is bigger than I expected. There is a stone wall fence and a pathway leading into the main building.
It has not one but two floors, and it is several times wider than any of the houses I saw before.
Compared to my school or the church it looks more expansive and impressive.
The mansion roof is covered in a thick layer of snow, but it also has drainage and four chimneys.
They all appear to be working right now in fact, as I notice a small puff coming from each.
Below them there is row of crystal clear windows and corridors that are decorated with painting,
carpets, tables with flowers in vases, and chandeliers.
Before the main door there is a circle staircase and the foundation is made out of bricks.
All in all, I wouldn’t be able to imagine how someone living in this house, it’s just too big.
Yet, I am about to find out just how Harrivetta is able to do exactly that.
“We arrived at the destination young madam.” The maid announces.
After looking at the mansion I turn to the maid. “Thank you Emmi.”
“It was my pleasure to have you arrive safe and on time.” Emmi bows.
“And it was my pleasure to have you accompany me all this way.” I bow to her back.
As I step down off the carriage, the butler holds my hand gently.
I am able to finally stretch my legs after all this time I had to stay in the seat.
My stomach is also quite a bit reacting, but that might be because I only ate breakfast, not the corset I’m wearing.
Nevertheless, I am escorted towards the main door, with Emmi carrying my coffers.
I would have asked if she wanted any help but the butler simply took care of the rest.
In this situation I can only hope they will be fine, as the baggage looks quite heavy.
The least they could allow me is to open the door, but before I am able to reach the handle, someone from inside gets it.
“Good afternoon miss Pyrecilla.” A row of maids welcomes me as the door opens.
The main hallway, as expected, has a staircase leading upwards and several doors.
It is decorated mainly by a carpet and painting that hangs on the wall.
The wooden interior is quite elegant and polished to perfection.
I only could imagine that this to warm welcome is befitting a princesses,
therefore as a modest young lady quite sure what I should be the proper answer.
“Good afternoon.” I bow to them back. “I feel quite humbled by this gesture.”
“Miss Harrivetta should be ar…” The butler tries to say when something happens.
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From upstairs I can hear a clicking sound of two people moving through the corridor.
One of them must be someone wearing high heels, I think, but she is sure taking her time.
After a brief moment, I am finally able to see Harrivetta and Davithea.
They look wonderful and wear gorgeous dresses that would suit even someone of high royalty.
Their straight posture takes them a while to climb the stairs down however.
Everyone looks at them and says not a single word. I am as well, speechless a little.
“My salutations to you Pyrecilla.” Harrivetta drops a crusty towards me. “I sincerely hope you had a pleasant journey sans problems?”
“Absolutely Harrivetta.” I greet her back with the same elegance. “I was dying to see you all this time.”
“Hey miss Pyrecilla!” Davithea says as she attempts to mimic her older friend.
“And greetings to you as well, Davithea.” I greet her as well.
We exchanged greetings while the rest watched and observed our gestures.
During that time Emmi took off my coat, which was quite warm since it was made for winter.
With the shoulders relieved and the initial welcome done, I was finally able to return to myself.
Since it was winter my shoes have been covered by snow very slightly.
Just the walk from the carriage to the main door was enough for tiny snowflakes to be transported inside.
However, apart from me no one appeared to notice of care in the slightest.
Not mentioning that I didn’t get the opportunity to even wipe them on the carpet.
Nevertheless, it appears that while I was looking for a good word to continue the conversation…
“You must be hungry after the trip.” Davithea says as she runs to me.
“The dinner is waiting miss Pyrecilla.” A maid says.
“Would you like to join us, Pyrecilla?” Harrivetta extends her arm.
“I would be delighted to be doing so.” I nod and take the hand of Davithea who leads me towards the door.
Pyrecilla feels a little surprised by the attention she received from everyone.
However, it only takes her a while to calm down and accept the sudden invitation.
It is the utmost importance for her to be acting proper and not embarrass herself in front of her friends.
That is to say, the servants and the contrasts between her and Harrivetta creates a homely aura.
It is strange and difficult to explain, but knowing that others give you a role to play,
the role of a young maiden that is simply a guest at this great and wonderful mansion,
grants Pyrecilla the sensation that she can simply calm down and follow the script.
As she does, she finds herself in the dining room, a large space with windows,
furniture, a large table decorated with plates, utensils and an elegant table cloth.
All this must be expensive without a doubt, but Pyrecilla also notices the chairs.
There are a lot more seats than is needed for her and her two friends.
That is to say, before she would even have a chance to turn, there is a voice.
“Good afternoon young lady. I presume you are the friend Harrivetta was talking about?” A man’s voice reaches Pyrecilla from behind.
“Yes that is indeed so.” She turns around. “My name is Pyrecilla Abronova ,I am exceedingly grateful for allowing me to say with Harrivetta, sir.”
The elegant and young looking gentleman must be Harrivetta’s father, the red haired girl deduced.
He looks chic and has a small mechanical clock in his pocket. He is also quite casually dressed compared to Harrivetta.
However, he is also accompanied by his wife, who is also elegant but modest.
“Greetings Pyrecilla.” The woman bows towards the guest. “It is our utmost pleasure to be having you as our guest in this humble residence.”
“Likewise.” Pyrecilla replies to her and bows again. “I am forever thankful.”
“The thanks should be from our side.” The woman replies. “We seldom have visitors that Harrivetta brings home.”
“That is so?” The cerise eyed girl tilts her head.
“Apart from Davithea, so is true.” Harrivetta answers.
Pyrecilla looks at her friend, knowing that she probably should look away,
but her face is neither awkward or embarrassed. It appears rather calm,
and slightly annoyed by something. Nevertheless, the silence is broken.
“Now, let’s forget about the trivialities and simply enjoy dinner, shall we?” The man interjects.
“Very well my lord.” The maid bows and opens the door.
As Pyrecilla looks behind her, trolleys of food arrive at the dining room.
They all look appetising and quite extraordinary in her eyes at least.
However the quantity of all the food appears quite large for only the five of us.
Yet the number of servants in this house, which Pyrecilla is still getting used to,
is much larger, and they will presumably eat whatever would be left.
With that in mind the red haired girl positions herself next to her friends,
and waits until the lord of the mansion sits down first, then his wife, then the rest.
This is an important way of conduct that can’t be forgotten if one is having a formal meal.
“Please feel unrestrained to fill your appetite.” Harrivetta says to her younger friend.
“Okay Harrie. I will do that.” Davithea responds.
As the maid passes by Pyrecilla she notices that she isn’t quite hungry.
However, there is a good reason for that. Between a wholly cooked chicken,
and a meat pie, there is hardly anything she could reach without standing up.
Therefore it is up to the maid in order to satisfy the guest, despite that she wasn’t told about her preferences.
“Would you require any help, miss?” The maid says to the girl.
“It would be helpful if you could pass me that plate over there.” Pyrecilla points at a certain meal.
“Very well miss.” The maid nods.
“Also if it would not be a stretch, would you be informed about the whereabouts of Emmi?” The girl adds.
“Emmi?” The maid tilts her head.
“The maid I was with.” The girl explains.
“I pardon miss.” She bows down. “Of course we wouldn’t let her go without a meal.”
“I understand. Thank you.” The girl turns back to the table. “Please mention that I would like to talk before she goes home.”
“Of course miss!” The maid responds.
It was just this small conversation that made the entire a little liver.
The parents, the lords of this mansion, started whispering,
although everyone in the room could hear them perfectly.
“She knows the name of her servant?” The man whispers to his wife.
“It is not a wrong characteristic to have.” The woman explains to him.
“A sign of gratitude, a gesture of kindness, but not of lowering oneself. That must be a new way of thinking.” The main whispers back to his wife.
“Perhaps our guest is simply that forward?” The wife replies.
“And from a good house, despite the fact I haven’t met her parents.” The man nods.
This short conversation caused another resident of the house to start talking.
“Do not mind my parents Pyrecilla.” Harrivetta whispers to the girl.
“Of course Harrivetta.” The girl nods in return.
“Miss Pyrecilla is in trouble? ”Davithea asks her older friend.
“Her case is different from yours.” Harrivetta explains. “And it is fair to presume that gossip follows every novel guest.”
“Yes Davithea, do not fret with my case.” Pyrecilla explains
“When they saw me they asked me questions and...” Davithea says.
“Accept my apology Davithea.” Harrivetta interrupts.
“It’s fine, I will tell you later Pyrie, okay?” Davithea figures.
With the nod of the cerise eye girl, the conversation slowly ceased and the plates slowly got consumed.
It wasn’t long before the three smallest girls excused themselves one by one.
Leaving the dining room and the parents they would then head towards their rooms.
“My parents always do such comparings. “ Harrivetta mentions while walking through the corridor. “I have told them many times now. Tell me, you must understand now why I seldom have friends to come?”
“That is indeed a pain.” Pyrecilla responds. “But for some reason I can’t perish the thought that my mother might be talking behind my back as well.”
“Misunderstood me not, it is their attitude for new social norms that disquiets me.” Harrivetta rectifies. “Their pursuit of greatness through being ahead of everyone else is inexcusable. Yet, coincidentally it makes me glad to have met you.”
“I do feel honoured by that thought Harrivetta.” Pyrecilla bows to her friend.
Harrivetta was considerably displeased to have her parents spoiling the mood after she prepared everything so perfectly.
It was her day to astonish Pyrecilla with her expensive and elegant dress,
with the mass of servants she had under her, with how big was the mansion she lived in,
and eventually with how good her piano skills become after months of training.
However, all that perfect image was spoiled by having the parents mention one thing.
Of course it wasn’t something that Pyrecilla was worrying about at all,
but rather in Harrivetta’s mind it must have been something that she couldn’t forget.
“When they met me they asked me if I could cook or clean, and I said yes!” Davithea happily mentions.
“That was due to a misunderstanding.” Harrivetta explains. “They took you for a servant, not as someone I wished to adopt.”
“They gave me this maid outfit and asked me to try it on!” Davithea adds.
“And only due to the forward thinking of my father she was allowed as she is now.” Harrivetta tells the cerise eyed girl. “Pyrecilla, you understand now what strength it took for them to be convinced about you arriving here?”
“I suppose so, but do please allow me to apologise for the difficulty I have caused you first.” Pyrecilla bows.
“Accepted, but I would be grateful as well if you left me for the moment.” Harrivetta responds.
Since it is quite difficult for the young lady to be moving in a frilly dress like this,
Harrivetta must be thinking of putting it down and changing into something more casual.
Perhaps it’s because of her parents, who didn’t prepare for this special occasion,
she feels like it’s no longer worth it to keep the appearance of a perfect lady.
“I understand Harrivetta. I will be waiting in my room.” The cerise eyed girl says.
“Yes miss Pyrecilla, please follow me to the guest room.” The maid bows.
“And Davithea?” Pyrecilla turns around confused.
“She rooms with me.” Harrivetta responds.
“See you soon Pyrie!” Davithea waves at her friend.
After the door closed, as the girl followed the maid through the corridor,
she saw a familiar face downstairs. It was Emmi, who was getting ready to leave.
“Emmi, will you be leaving so soon?” The girl asked.
“Madam would be worrying if I didn’t make it before night.” Emmi explains.
“Then please do write, you and mother.” Pyrecilla pleads to her.
“Of course, I will keep that in mind young madam.” Emmi bows.
“And safe journeys.” The girl waves at her maid.
“I also wish you well. I will eagerly await your return young madam.” Emmi bows again.
With that, the maid led me to my room and I was finally able to relax.
I find myself in an unknown room, lying on a canopy bed and trying to think.
Emmi must be really worrying about mother, she left in such a hurry.
I would have suggested that she should stay the night but I didn’t find myself able to say so.
After all, she deserves a rest from her work from time to time, and without me living at home, she might just get that.
I sighed, as I looked around my new room. It has almost everything I would ever need.
A wardrobe full of clothes, a chair, a sofa, a desk, a cabinet, windows and curtains,
tapestry, carpets…everything looks brand new and polished to perfection.
Additionally there is a note stand ready for whenever I would like to rehearse.
It is also about time I would be having my usual daily practise so I think I should.
Despite that I feel a little tired, I opened my case and took out the violin from the case.
I looked around the hallway and closed the door as no one seemed to be around.
After all, I wouldn’t want to wake someone during the time of siesta.
And so I begin. It takes me a few moments to adjust the instrument. However…
There is a knock on my door. I open it and a small fancy clothed boy stands in the hallway.
“Good afternoon.” I bow towards him. “My name is Pyrecilla Abronova. It is a pleasure to meet you.”
“God Moawring.” He bows to me back.
“Good morning?” My head tilts.
Instead of replying he shows me the notebook he was carrying with him.
There are various sentences and words there, and one of the page says:
“I don’t hear or speak too well. Please take notice.”
It appears that this boy has difficulty with speaking with his mouth. However, as I look at his clothes,
he can’t be a part of the servants here. The likely possibility is that he is another orphan that was adopted.
“What is your name?” I curiously ask the boy.
He flips the pages “My name is Gorgie Francishias”.
“I understand.” I nod. “I’m Harrivetta’s friend who was invited here.”
He points to a single word “Sister”.
“She is your sister? I am pleased to hear that. It is that she never mentioned…” You say but...
He holds out his palm for you to stop. Then he points at the instrument and shows you the question mark.
“Has she not mentioned I also practise music?” I ask him.
He shows me the words “No” and “Keep quiet”.
Now the situation was clear. It is probably his ears that are especially sensitive to high pitch sounds.
In this case I am unable to practise without him going to my room and complaining.
Yet, as a guest I shouldn’t be bothering the residents in the first place.
Therefore there is only one way this could be solved, or at least one good way.
“You mind if I ask Harrivetta for a different room?” I explain. “I understand this is quite troubling to be facing this sudden situation, but I do have to continue my practise somewhere. If that can be arranged elsewhere, there should be no further issues yes?”
The boy pauses for a second and shows you the word “Slower”.
It seems that I forgot with whom I was talking again. Once I apologised and repeated everything slowly,
in response he nodded and said “okay” with a gesture. With that, the plan was simple.
I would go to Harrivetta’s room, the room she entered when she left me with the maid,
and ask her if I could practise there or somewhere else. Actually now that I think,
she must be practicing her piano. She only mentioned that at school, during the last days before the winter break.
However, I haven’t yet listened to her performance yet, though I would love to.
“Excuse me.” I say while the boy still stands in your doorway. “Do you know where Harrivetta practises her piano?”
The boy shrugs in response.
“I understand.” I nod. “Yet one more thing, where is your room?”
The boy points to the door right next to mine.
I look outside, at the corridor. So he lives right next to my room, I say to myself.
And also, he gave a name that would suggest he is a part of the family.
Why would he be living in the farthest corner, and next to a guest room?
Harrivetta might know the answer but she never told me about her family.
Actually, I never inquired about her siblings and her parents at school to begin with.
Perhaps it was my fault but I can’t simply blame her for not telling me anything.
“Okay thank you.” I bow to the boy.
The boy gestures “Don’t mention it” with his hand and leaves to his room.
As I began looking for Harrivetta I noticed just how long the corridor upstairs is.
It almost makes the illusion of never ending, although you can perfectly see both ends.
It wouldn’t even compare with the apartments of my time, since they were dark and crampy.
But nevertheless, to reach Harrivetta’s room I had to walk the entire distance.
It must have taken me a minute or two to get there, but I was able to knock on her door.
There was no response. I decided to knock again, but there was still nothing.
I could have just peeked through the keyhole but I decided that I would simply open it.
And as I did, inside there was a room similar to mine, but on the bed I could see two young ladies.
The smaller one was curling up in a ball like a little animal. It was Davithea.
The larger one protectively embraced her tiny friend. She was called Harrivetta.
As the two had only white undergarments and laid on the covers, I couldn’t help but to silently enter.
I didn’t want to wake them up, so I ended up going for the sofa and lying down myself.
It was comfortable enough to fall asleep, but since I was still wearing a corset, it would be unwise to do so.
Eventually there was a grumble, followed by a voice that broke the silence.
“Pyrecilla, are you here?” Harrivetta voices.
“Yes, I presume I am not intruding?” I answer.
“The hour could not have been worse.” She replies.
“Then I will be excusing myself.” I reply.
“Halt. At least state your purpose.” Harrivetta pleads before you leave.
“I have met Gorgie. I was told I need to find a better place for practise.” I say.
“The music room is downstairs.” She points out.
“That is helpful, Harrivetta.” I bow.
“But you don’t know where it is.” She adds.
“I can ask a maid.” I suggest.
“Let me show you.” Harrivetta insists.
With that I wait patiently outside for her to first get off the bed, get dressed again,
and finally leave the room. Since it is my first time seeing Harrivetta in her casual clothes,
it is quite a surprise for my eyes. It’s nothing as elegant as she would wear during dinner.
Yet, comparatively my own everyday clothes appear as unsavoury peasant wear.
At least I am glad that most of my dresses that require corsets are on pair with this one.
“I was hoping to witness your violin.” Harrivetta says.
“My forgiveness.” I bow. “I must have left it in my room.”
It is true that I forgot to bring it with me, but there is no problem, I thought.
“Wait, let the maid deliver.” Harrivetta pleads before I’m able to turn around.
“I feel no ill would be done if I were to bring it myself.” I tell her as we start walking down the corridor.
“Pyrecilla do you always must account for others so mindlessly?” She asks me.
“By taking a moment?” I tilt my head.
“Let others do their work. That’s my word.” Harrivetta states
“I am a guest, so I will oblige.” I bow in apology.
Along the way we see a maid working at the stairs, and Harrivetta asks her to bring the violin.
With that everything is set as we enter the music room. It’s empty, there is nothing but the fortepiano.
“This is the music room?” I tilt my head.
“It is as it should be.” Harrivetta replies.
“Everything has its place, they say.” I nod.
“Listen closely. The acoustics of this room are much more well-adjusted than any other.” Harrivetta explains. “And just like the space, the tool and the person, everything has its place. Sadly, that does apply to you and me as well.”
Pyrecilla just heard something that startled her, a statement that changed the atmosphere of comfort.
Indeed she was not able to fit in within the structure of this new situation for her,
but what surprised her the most is that her own friend, her best friend,
was able to tell her something as simple yet influential in a moment she would expect it the least.
“Your family is most generous and I thank them for their hospitality.” The girl says. “But do please tell me what you mean by those words? I am quite confused.”
“Believe when I say I have a reason to say this.” Harrivetta explains. “Ever since you grew accustomed to our friendship, it came to me that your person fits everyone into your own frame. It is that you were not satisfied with your own mates, or how you desire to take over a maid’s task yourself.”
“Me, Minorta and Ellien are still friends, despite that we didn’t talk frequently in the last days of the semester.” Pyrecilla explains. “And would that make a difference if I was the one to carry…”
“Maybe in your house.” Harrivetta interrupts. “But here you must adhere to the rules of this family. And dislike me if you will, but I’m saying this before anything happens.”
If anyone else said that Pyrecilla would not have believed in those words.
It is true that she isn’t yet accustomed to the new situation, but also she didn’t notice.
“Was I really trying to fit everyone?” The cerise eyed girl asks.
“Would you presume your friend wouldn’t be able to tell?” Harrivetta states.
“If that is so, then wait…” Pyrecilla thinks deeply.
Harrivetta is her best friend and also a person who dislikes her own family.
The girl can say that based on how her friend talked about them and on today’s events.
A father and mother that are constantly gossiping, a brother that is not desirable,
and the only person she can be really close to is Davithea, who was labelled as a servant.
“You are also my friend Harrivetta.” Pyrecilla replies. “And I know how you feel. You wish your family could accept you more, right?”
“That is incorrect.” She shakes her head.
There is a brief silence in the well attuned place.
“But Davithea is seen as a servant, isn’t she not?” The girl asks.
“It is so I am afraid.” Harrivetta nods.
“And your parents always put the pressure on you?” The girl adds.
“That again is correct.” Harrivetta acknowledges.
“There is also your brother…” The girl says.
“I would lie if I said his treatment by the family is desirable.” Harrivetta states.
“If it is all so, then why are you not defying their bearing to point out the faults?” Pyrecilla asks. “Why wouldn’t you tell them their rules are the ones that are incorrect?”
“Because telling them they were wrong about anything is not permitted.” Harrivetta informs the girl. “And whichever house you came from no longer matters here. The rules belong to those who have power over you.”
Whenever there was a problem the girl noticed that it is better to keep quiet, like a proper young lady.
Happy to follow the wish of her mother, she would forget about her own desires,
and lock her mind from what was happening to her outside. In this floating state,
she would simply observe and give simple answers, nod or bow towards others.
It was her defence mechanism against the world that tried to ruin her happiness.
Perhaps the girl would have been better off if she would openly state her beliefs at times like these.
But whenever she tried she noticed that she wasn’t able to convey fully about her individual feeling,
or rather, her idea about the world would not fit in well with the minds of her peers.
“So you are like me, unable to speak your mind freely.” Pyrecilla states.
“If that’s true I do not know. Yet, there is one difference.” Harrivetta says. “You recall the time we met Davithea’s father? Now that I think of your decision it was indeed the next best thing.”
I recall making that decision clearly. I knew that if I would let him go he wouldn’t return.
I knew that in this situation Minorta couldn’t convince him about the spirit that followed him.
And I knew the next best thing was to lock him in the prison. That way at least he wouldn’t have to die.
“I do grant you with respect because of that, since you acted out of place for a good deed.” Harrivetta says. “Yet, stating that your manner stemmed from proper behaviour is far reaching.”
“I might be with flaws, and they are perhaps irredeemable, but so is every person.” I state. “Yet, one would do wrong not trying at all, in spite of individual faults. Because if there is even a small chance, it would be wasteful for us not to use our talents and fail to meet the expectations put on us by our parents.”
“And there is where I find my fear.” Harrivetta replied. “If I rebel I would hurt others, but if I don’t I would only hurt myself. Rest you can understand on your own.”
Before I was able to put one more word in, there was a sound silencing us both.
Suddenly, the maid carrying my violin and notestand came knocking at the door.
I opened the door for her and she thanked me politely, although it appeared more like an apology.
“Thank you.” I bowed to her.
“No, thank you miss Pyrecilla. It was my pleasure.” She bows to you twice.
“I will consider next time to me more mindful.” I bow to her back.
“No it’s my fault for not doing this in the first place miss!” She keeps on bowing.
“Please do feel free to leave.” I tell her.
As I spoke those words the maid retreated with her back bend all the way to the door.
“I must say, I miss Emmi.” I sigh.
“The maid of your house?” Harrivetta asks.
“A house maid and all jobs.” I mention. “I tried not to overwork her and helped. I presume the same thing is ill allowed here?”
“You learn expeditiously Pyrecilla.” Harrivetta responds.
In any case the time for my practise is running short.
I want to be at least done before the sun comes down.
During the winter the days are quite short, so it’s natural to be hasty during light.
And so the rehearsal commences. Me and Harrivetta try to hear each other’s mistakes.
We both laughed at the start at least, but then she turned out to be actually serious about her practise.
Comparatively, it is hard to tell whoever is the better musician however.
She and I use different instruments and play different songs.
But it’s all for the sake of the future that will eventually come.
Mister Salayev is rumoured to come sometime in this month after all.
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Shini Yasui Kōshaku Reijō to Shichi-nin no Kikōshi
On one spring evening when I was eight years old, I, Erica, Duke of Aurelia’s daughter, realized something.Huh, I have reincarnated into a fantasy world, haven’t I?Moreover, it was the romance-fantasy girl game that had the reputation of being bloody, 『Liber Monstrorum ~Phantom Beasts and the Winter Princess~』The face reflected in the mirror was that of the villainess character of that game.After repeatedly harassing many characters, including the heroine, she would die without exception, signaling the beginning of an event called the bizarre incident. She was a villain who deserved to get the consequences!—I absolutely don’t want a destiny like that, though?No, for me who has remembered the memory of my previous life, there would be no such thing.In my previous life, I was harassed immensely by an irrationally angry yandere man who proclaimed ‘She is absolutely in love with me.’My cause of death, too, was from being stabbed by another yandere man who I only had talked with a few times……Now that I have become the haughty villainess Erica, I shouldn’t encounter more misunderstandings like with the previous life’s yandere men anymore, right……?In that case, it will be fine as long as I deal with the death flags that I may have raised myself.All right! First of all, before the bizarre incident begins at the Magic Academy, I will strike down the death flags accordingly!!—Or so I thought, but it seems that I am about to die.Eeh, how did this happen—!?
8 305Apocalypse Remnant`
Humans with best genes supposedly became mindless zombies in a single second all due to failed evolution. Zombies evolved from level 1 to 2 on the first day of Apocalypse. Animals evolved to become intelligent and started a war against humans for oppressing them for ages. •°•°•°•°•° A world in which zombies, Intelligent Evolved Animals are just the start of the apocalypse as something far worse is heading humanity's way. "Can this world get any crazier??" Jason asked as he looked at the sky unknowingly jinxing all the remaining human population on earth... Follow Jason and his group as they fight against all odds and help humanity survive something far worse than a Zombie Apocalypse.
8 149Magic Evolution
One day, a mysterious phenomenon caused the accelerated evolution of everything on earth. What was initially taken for a blessing by humanity with the appearance of new types of resources and a few people having developed incredible abilities later qualified as magic quickly turned into a nightmare. Nations found new reasons to wage war against each other and they didn't cease until humanity had to face a greater threat than itself; species that had evolved far more brutally than humans. Nicolaï was born nearly a century after the world had began to change, but his fate wasn't more enviable than the billions who died during that era. Living in more than miserable conditions for as long as he could remember, his destiny was to die before blowing out his tenth candle. But someone held out his hand to him for the first time in his life and decided to train him to become a Mage capable to impose himself in this dangerous and corrupt new world.
8 124Legend of the Lost Star
[More placeholder space for the next Writahon...] [Completed the October 2020 Royal Road Writathon challenge] [Completed the April 2020 Royal Road Writathon challenge] Book 1: First Light Synopsis: As a war of epic proportions enters a ceasefire, a soul from another world enters a dead boy's body. Without any memories of who he was, with only a little companion by his side, the lost soul begins his long, arduous journey to recover his memories, while unraveling the mysteries of a war-torn world. Why was he sent here? And where will he go now? Even he himself does not know. But one thing is for certain: the world will never be the same again. Book 2: Foredoomed to a Rendezvous Synopsis: As war continues to break out between the Five Lands, Gaius finds himself inheriting a legacy of ancient times. With the flames of battle spreading through the South once again, the lost soul throws himself into battle over and over, in an attempt to protect his home and those he holds dear. How will the boy, nearly unrivalled in martial might, fare in a web of conspiracies beyond his ken? Book 3: The Last and the Lost Synopsis: The boy has set himself an unbelievable target in a bid to save someone precious to him. With his former home now out of reach, he stalks the Southern Continent, inciting rebellion and revolution where possible to lure his prey out. Meanwhile, in the heart of the South, embers of war begin to rekindle. Will it be the death knell of yet another nation millennia old? Book 4: The Unravelling World Synopsis: Time is not on Gaius' side. Everyday life, already disturbed by the flames of mortal war, falls apart entirely as beings of legend once again appear on Orb. Forced to a foreign land to treat his injuries, the boy must confront the outcomes of his actions, directly and indirectly. But the tide is rising. Countless enemies are throwing themselves against the nations of Orb, cleaving a path of blood wherever they go. Gaius has to hurry...or drown with the rest. Book 5: World's End, Divines' Rondo Synopsis: The great gods of Orb have staked their claim on the world itself, killing all in their way. Each of the Cardinal Continents are fighting their own battles and making their own peace, but none are aware of the growing threat from the Wildlands, where a self-exiled legend continues to gather strength. Meanwhile, a new threat stalks the whole of Orb, killing whatever remains of the Constellation Heroes. Against such a chaotic backdrop, a boy continues to protect a semblance of daily life for his loved ones, but will he be successful when the curtains finally open? Book 6: The Frenzied Tide Synopsis: A sword hangs above the Eastern Territories. The Human God, progenitor of all life, the direct cause of the beastfolk genocide, has made his will known to the rulers of the East — make peace with the God of Water, or be destroyed in three months. Gaius, who has left the battlefield to return home, is once again called to fight, to support a do-or-die offensive upon their foe's territory. But in the background, the threads of destiny are beginning to come together. Plots set in motion long ago are coming to fruition... Book 7: Limina of Ruin Synopsis: The chalice has broken. The East is beset with turmoil, as factions turn on each other. The Great Divide, however, brims with a setting radiance, ensuring a final, transient peace. And in the midst of it all, one young boy follows the fettered winds and the unshackled waters, heading to a new land to uphold a promise. For him, the days of fighting will be a distant memory before long...and a daily event in the years to come. Uncovering ancient memories, putting to rest regrets, enjoying the last of a peaceful life...the people of the Five Lands will live to their fullest. Yet, this is but the calm before the storm. Book 8: Power Talks Synopsis: Fate. A curious word to most...and a frightening word to Gaius. Alongside the rulers of the North, Gaius witnesses frightening truths, proof of an inevitable future. Spurred by a myriad chilling revelations and urged by a god's killer, the Mortal Light Dynasty gathers both mortal rulers and divine sovereigns, covering past conflicts with a offer of cooperation of an unprecedented scale. However, can this unity, first of its kind, stand up to time, fate and mortal nature? Or will it burn, along with the Five Lands? Book 9: Homeland Song Synopsis: Gazing out at the Orb of old, Gaius ponders his destiny and the great stakes with it. Time and again, he has led a life of choices, making one after another for the sake of those he cares about. His latest choice, however, carries implications of an immeasurable scale. Charged with the protection of the future, all that awaits him is an eternal solitude... On the other side of the false world, a single star shines, one whose light is meant to protect. Gemini, who has long found a homeland in the form of Ark City, has spent years defending it with friends and family alike. However, an inexorable end is approaching. The day the Great Divide falls looms ever closer. At the crossroads of destiny, when the chains of fate bind him fully, what will the last Constellation choose? And what will his choice mean for the rest of the Five Lands? Book 10: Immortal Indignant Synopsis: As the Five Lands reel from an unexpected revelation, Gaius continues his struggle to accept his immortal destiny of eternal vigilance. Mortal fetters continue to tie him down, with the prospect of breaking them a heart-rending prospect. There is little light for him in the darkness; his emotions seemingly a poisoned apple. For him, the days ahead are one of balancing his emotions; his immortal destiny is antithetical to the aspects that make one mortal. However, he isn't the only immortal indignant at the current state of affairs. Behind the scenes, huge powers push and pull, tussling in an insane game of wrestling sanity. The Five Lands and the great gods prepare in the background, awaiting their time to strike... Book 11: Cause Convergent Synopsis: As Orb reels from an unexpected turn of events, the crumbling of the Great Divide speeds up. With time now at a premium, Gaius travels the world, addressing a particular personage's last will, while ensuring that he leaves no regrets behind. Revisiting the Five Lands with his beloved one last time, he casts his eyes to a new future, a world full of a peace forged by collective resistance. Far away from Gaius, at the very borders of the Southern Continent, soldiers train day and night, awaiting the day the rift between worlds crumble. But the battlefield there isn't just between the Five Lands and the Wildlands... Book 12: Boundary Belligerent Synopsis: The rift between worlds crumble. The moon, the sun and the sky shatter, revealing the vast expanse beyond. The cold light of the stars gaze down upon Orb, illuminating a bloody battlefield at World's End, where gods and mortals wrestle. Immortal troops charge the Five Lands, over and over again, only to be repelled by vast engines of war. For many, the moment of destiny has arrived. The Third Extermination has begun. However, Gaius gazes not at the present, but at the future beyond. What does he see there? And what will he do? Book 13: Destiny Divergent Synopsis: Bells ring, and destiny veers. Mortal miracles, having pierced a divine destiny, now turn their light of annihilation upon the legendary land of dangers and dark myth. A single being who should have slept forever reawakens, carrying out a inherited duty to protect. Under a dome of absolute law, the hulks that darken the skies are grounded, forcing the Five Lands to move ahead on foot. Hidden differences erupt, comrades turn upon comrades, and the alliance begins to crumble. What should have been a happy ending begins to fall apart. Watching from high above, the Abyss Sovereign laments his weakness, cursing the new destiny laid upon the world. And yet, he will never give up. Book 14: Abyss Ascendent Synopsis: As a future of never-ending conflict draws closer, Gaius stands at the centre of Orb, his will tempered and set. What the Wildlands has ceased to be, he will inherit. Divine Kingdoms and mortal nations clamour for peace to prepare for greater wars, but Gaius will no longer stand for that. For the sake of his dream, the Five Lands — and now, the Wildlands — must be unified against a common enemy. Gaius himself. Raising the flag of rebellion against mortal nature and destiny, the Abyss Sovereign commences a festival of creation for his new world, a paradise unimaginable to both mortal and divine minds. With his intentions made known now, there is no going back. He will succeed. Or die trying. Book 15: Terminus Transcendent Synopsis: ??? This is a story that may, depending on how impatient you are, take some time to spin up. I have enough in my mind for a long run, so it's essential that I lay out a great deal of groundwork at the start. Eleven books have been released so far, and this work will end at Book 15. Be aware of late arrival spoilers! My Patreon link is here, which allows for up to sixty-five advanced chapters ahead of the free releases, or if you'd just like to support me. Release schedule: My original promise was 2 a week, minimally, but it's been a daily release for a long time. So yeah...
8 835A Lonely Spiral
Rye wakes up with a toad in her mouth. From the first day the world is out to make her life miserable as she struggles through living without a sun, through graves and grave threats in the form of man or monster, or even just her innermost doubts and insecurities. Join her as she explores a dark, dark world and slowly, but surely finds her place in it. Or will she? What if the world has no place for a small, weak and uncertain person like her? How will she adapt, if at all, to ever worsening circumstances? (Features a slow-burning progression, many setbacks and a thousand ways to suffer in the age of darkness with a slice of humor to finish it off. Expect the dark-souls of adventure stories. Early chapters are a bit of a mess, but it gets better. If you want to skip forward, I can recommend chapters 19, 26, or 34 as starting points.) Heyo, YJarex here, the Y is silent. This is my first story so please be kind, but don't hesitate to point out flaws or ask questions if things are unclear. I fully intend to continue writing this until it is done some time in the far future. Cover art is a commission by the wonderful hou_jae04. Check them out on Instagram here. Schedule is Tuesday and Thursday with a chance of bonus chapters on Saturday. [participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge] Done!
8 533Intercessor
"In my defense, I hadn't actually been trying to get hit by a truck." Artemis wakes up alone in a giant futuristic facility with no hint of where she is, how she got here, or what this means. Yet within two weeks, she is shot at with all the guns, a voice is beginning to speak in her head, and she is tormented by a seemingly sentient and possibly trollish space Roomba. Her only hope is Scarlet, another girl who is a complete stranger and almost shot her in the head. Oh, and she has fox ears and a tail. That is possibly worth mentioning. Artemis is not a nerd. She has never heard of the isekai genre, she can't fight worth a damn, and the blue-collar skills she learned at her community college are absolutely useless in a universe where technology is often indistinguishable from magic. She only has one thing going for her: A mysterious ability to interface with highly advanced technology left behind by the Antecessors, the long lost precursor civilization with technology that no one has been able to adequately replicate. Finding herself in a universe where civilizations are locked in an interstellar Cold War, where societies are so stratified that the aristocracy commands fleets of starships while slaves wash clothes with their hands, Artemis decides to run away from it all. She has a ship. She'll find a crew. She'll find a way to make a living at the fringes of civilization, learn how to cope with danger, and survive the affections of a universe where everyone is a cute girl with animal ears and tails. Welcome to Intercessor. AKA Kemonomimi Yuri Space Fantasy. Commissioned by Shaderic. Please leave your sense of shame at the door.
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