Kingdom of Ravens
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Kingdom of Ravens

By: OJIME Ongoing

Language: English
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In this land and time, a prophecy came to be; A good witch who knew more than what she could see. Oh, the fates of the world she could tell thee— If it all did not end in catastrophe. The lore of the land became more and more unseemly When Augborough surrendered to the evils of the nobility. The powerful feasted in prosperity, While the people suffered the sovereignty. So, when the nobles bared their fangs against the prophesied three, Vengeance became their ultimate key; And as they oppose the lord's decree… Alas, only then shall they be truly free.

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Prologue • The Witch
Water. That is all I hear and feel… The sound of the waves as they crash into each other— and into me. I never learned how to swim; I never thought it would be necessary. I should have listened to Mother when she offered. Now that she’s gone and the people of my hometown were after me, there wasn’t anywhere else for me to run. I only escaped because I’ve foreseen my fate if I was to stay in my village any longer— His Majesty wanted me dead. I gasp for air as I desperately clutch onto nothing, seawater getting into my mouth. That island off the coast… I must get to it at all costs, live a new life, away from the King! But the more I struggled in this vast, slick trap, the weaker I grew... Is this what being on the verge of death feels like? Will this be a painful way of passing? For once, I cannot see what will happen… How I wish it didn’t end this way. As my consciousness slowly drifts away, I feel numb. I succumb to the tossing and turning of the tides; it’s the end for me. I begin
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Chapter I • Maia
“It’s hither, coming through! Delivery for the one and only barmaid of Augborough, the lovely Matilda!” I bellow, villagers moving out of the way as I skid the heavy cart I’m pulling to a halt right in front of the beerhouse, almost running into the stout, irritable, antediluvian widow. “Straight from the brewery!” She turns to me, raising a bushy eyebrow at the wobbling barrels on the cart, and nods in approval. She then glowers at me, inspecting me up and down, and shrugs at the ends of my gown, which I’ve tied a little higher than usual, revealing the leather boots that reached my calves. She orders her sons to load the barrels into the local pub with a yell, her shrilling voice booming across the center of the village. Ah, good ol’ Matilda. “Gramercy, lass, yer timing is impeccable, as always! Here's ye payment, and— hold on, where’s that blue-eyed lad? Ain’t he supposed to be with ye? That scobberlotcher leaving all the weight-liftin’ to the woman!” “At ease, Matilda! I just ha
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Chapter II • Severin
'Tis harvest season. Father and I had just finished threshing the last bit of wheat into the second bushel basket. He starts scooping the grain with a tin measuring cup as the sun began peeking over the horizon, pouring quarts of it into a small, separate bag— this is what we’re to keep. “Ah, looks like it’s time, Severin,” my father says, removing the coif off his head to wipe the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. “Are ye ready to head into the neighboring village, son?” I peek into the bag he is holding and notice that the amount of grain in it is less than what he poured last time. “That won’t be enough for us,” I state, pointing at the bag. “I don’t see any harm in adding another quart or two, Father.” “Yer mother doesn’t like the grain, son. That’s why two pecks of this grain is what we trade for vegetables; the other bushel is for Lord Davidson.” “She is not my mother, and she will never be. Moreover, we’re already scarce with food, Father! Who would care a hang if tha
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Chapter III • Maia
“Cheese…” my childhood friend mumbles to himself whilst I rip the bread I bought in half to share for the noontime meal. “It’s been a while since I last had dairy.” “Well, if you weren’t frequently insistent on giving me most of your daily earnings and then running off before I refuse and return it to you, you would be able to buy some flavorful food for you and your father, you stubborn oaf.” Nicolaus raises his forefinger at me, to hush me perchance, before leaning against the cart we use for deliveries to spread some whey cheese onto the bread with a small knife. I lean next to him as he heartily bites into the pastry, sighing in satisfaction. He then tells me, with his mouth full, the same thing he always says ever since we were young: It’s more important that you and your family get fed. I grimace at him and take a bite of my bread, savoring the crusty exterior. While he continues spreading an excessive amount of cheese on his meal, I catch a glimpse of a bluish welt under his
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Chapter IV • Severin
“Hells, Sapphire, I’ve told you, for the last time, to stay out of my bloody kitchen, you skelpie-limmer!” I hear the familiar, annoying voice of the woman I’m supposed to call my mother shout from inside the hut. Father just left to trade in another village, and I’ve just returned from assisting one of our neighbors harvest their crops. I dash in to see what’s happening and find Sapphire being beaten by our stepmother with a thick piece of wood. Where in blazes did she get that?! Sapphire wails as every swing of the timber comes in contact with her body, causing large, red and swollen marks on her skin. “Stop,” I screech, reaching my hand out to grab my sibling’s arm. “What are you doing?!” “Disciplining your beef-brained sister for constantly getting in my way, if she can’t learn how to cook for the family on her own, she’s best off out of the kitchen or dead!” Before Beatrice’s swing hits Sapphire once again, I rush in between them to wrap my arms around the poor, bruised girl,
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Chapter V • Maia
Can things get any more difficult today? I think it can. “You’re to confront the Eadmond Davidson?!” my childhood friend exclaims whilst we’re doing our daily tasks. Today, we’re transporting farmer George’s crops from his farm to his brother’s stall, which is on the other side of the village. “Could you be any louder, Nicolaus? I don’t think everyone heard you properly.” The blonde bows his head in embarrassment and pulls the cart faster. I keep up with his pace and whisper to him that I am being serious. After discovering the truth of who my father is three days ago, there has been nothing on my mind but meeting him in person. Not only do I have the chance of having a better life with my family, I may also be able to convince him and his father Lord Edgar to lessen the demand for crops every harvest to finally end Augborough’s famine! Every villager, young and old, may finally have filling meals every single day. Despite all the hard work we all must do to survive, mayhap convinc
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Chapter VI • Severin
“Right…” I mumble, eyeing my concoction in the glass bottle. “Many failed attempts and burning myself with that last one, however…” I pull the cork out of the glass cylinder, placing my folded hood upon my nose to prevent myself from inhaling another possible failure of an experiment. “Vaporo!” I exclaim, remembering to pronounce the spell precisely this time. The liquid in the bottle warms up in my hand and begins releasing haze. I keep my arm outstretched as the air in front of me becomes heavy and unclear, the mist settling around me. As the haze thickens, the liquid decreases— and when the bottle goes empty, the fog stays in the air. “I did it?” I think out loud, inspecting the empty glass in hand. “By the gods, I did it!” “What’s with all the noise…?” I hear a voice behind me. Swiveling to find a groggy Sapphire by the door frame, I rush to her and cover her nose with my hood. “Don’t breathe in the fog!” Wide-eyed and possibly wide awake now, my sister replies with a muffled
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Chapter VII • Maia
“Are you out of your bloody mind, Maia?” my blue-eyed friend says, conveying his opinions about my schemes. “Death?! It seems to me that you’ll be the one on the other end of that blade!” “If Lord Edgar claims that his son, my father, slayed my mother, I believe 'tis just proper that someone does something about this injustice.” “But assassinating the nobleman?!” I fall silent, unable to look into my friend’s eyes. ‘Tis the early hours of the morn, and the full moon has only begun to set. Uncle Wyatt reprimanded me yesternight while drunk on ale for confronting the Davidsons. Eustace, who had apparently been aware of my intentions, is sleeping soundly with him inside the house, while my childhood friend and I are outside our doors, conversing about yesterday’s events: Lord Edgar himself admitted that he had ordered his son, Lord Eadmond, to murder an innocent woman he had impregnated— my mother, who resorted to prostitution to feed her family— to prevent a scandal in the past. Des
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Chapter VIII • Severin
“Five… Four… Three…” I mumble to myself as I pull on the external part of my ear to position the earring’s hook. I’ve never done this before, but here’s to hoping I’m doing this correctly. “Two… O-one…” Shik. “AUGH! Sweet bloody nails of the gods! Sapphire, how in heavens did you do this?!” My ear warms up as it throbs in pain. The hook is now through the chunk of skin, its edge protruding on the other side. I’m unsure if I’m bleeding, but with shaking hands, I reach for the other earring, and do the same thing to my other ear. “I wish you were hither so that I don’t have to do this. These are supposed to be on your ears, Saph…” My sister is dead. I shouldn’t have been so reckless; I wasn’t aware of my surroundings, and my excitement got the better of me. I held her lifeless body in my arms all night yesternight, hoping that whatever ability she had used to heal our wounds and bruises would also heal the hole she had through her chest… But it never sealed, and it never brought he
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Chapter IX • Maia
“To the next village I go, then…” I think out loud, tiredly walking through yet another village’s forest edge. I feel my booted feet touch soft, damp dirt after walking around all night yesternight on the cobblestone paths, searching for a person— anybody at all— who seemed experienced enough to teach me how to defend myself. I’m troubled by the actuality that I’m not making any progress. Two days have passed since I've embarked on my quest to avenge my mother, only to come to my senses that I must learn how to fight to be able to do so. So, I have another goal before my main goal. “‘Do it,’ I said. ‘It will be simple,’ I said. Ugh, things aren’t this simple, Maia.” And… I realize I’m talking to myself… again. I sigh. I’ve no idea where I am, nor how far I am from my home. Uncle Wyatt must be so worried by now, but I cannot fall back just yet— I have bigger concerns for now. As drained and frustrated as I feel, I carry on to the next village I’ll find. My eyes hurt just looking up a
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