Lost...

[Flavia Thorn]

Flavia was shocked. Shocked and angry. How could Septimus do this to her?

Both of them were of royal blood. Heirs of the Stormhold bloodline. When her parents had lit the Babylon candle, to live in her mother Yvaine's original home of the sky for eternity, her mother had said that she and her father King Tristan would watch over her and her brothers and sisters always.

So why had this happened? She was the once who had found the royal necklace of Stormhold and restored the ruby. She was the one who should be queen. Not Septimus. He had taken it by force. Just as she had entered Stormhold, having found the ruby at the market of the Wall, she was intercepted.

Septimus took the throne. Wrongly. Banished her from Stormhold forever with no hope of ever returning. With nothing on her person except two dresses and a Babylon candle. Given to her by her father in secret. But she couldn't use it now. "I may need it later" she thought.

Exhausted after two days walking through Stormhold and England, she came across a wood. She could see turrets in the distance. A castle. Another important kingdom, according to legend.
She sat against a tree, and waited. For anyone, just anyone to come across her from Camelot. To help her build a new life. A life in Camelot...

[Catalina Regalis]

Oh how Catalina loved the freedom that riding her horse gave to her. Her hair whipping behind her like a golden banner and her red cloak billowing behind her as though the air was streaked with fire. It was exhilarating to be racing with her older sister Samara and she was winning! Out of the two of them, it was obvious that Samara was the more skilled rider, she just had a knack for riding while Catalina clung to her magic but Samara knew how her sister liked to win so she slowed her brown steed and smiled as Cat raced ahead. So impetuous, it was sweet really, seeing her younger sister so happy.

That happiness faded though as she caught sight of the lone woman who seemed to be peering off in the distance towards Camelot. The druids were secretive people and thus Samara halted her horse. Catalina slowed Cobalt down as well, peering at the pretty blonde curiously. Samara sighed, her younger sister was always so interested in other people even though they were supposed to remain hidden. It was most likely one of the reasons why Catalina got into so much trouble in her young life. Not that she would listen to her older sister or even their Uncle who the young woman respected.

She was young, she had to make mistakes in order to learn from them but Samara would not be drawn into it. She loved Catalina deeply and always would but she had a husband and son to worry for as well. She couldn't endanger herself just because her sister was curious about a young woman in the forest. She subtly made gestures to Catalina to follow her as it seemed Flavia hadn't noticed their presence yet but Cat ignored her and dismounted her horse. Taking the reins in hand, she walked quietly over to Flavia.

Unlike her sister Samara, Catalina could not turn her back on someone who may need help. Flavia had an air of distress about her and Cat just had to make sure she was alright. There was always a chance that she was some high-born who had been separated from her guards and if that was the case than her presence may bring danger to Catalina and the other druids but even still, Cat couldn't leave, not yet. Brushing her hair back from her face, she gently approached Flavia. "Are you lost?" She asked softly, trying to show that she meant no harm to her. While she was happy to help Flavia if her help was indeed required, the first sight of another person would cause her to flee into the forest. She knew how quickly trouble come come to her.

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Tags; Flavia
Word Count; 510 - Sorry it's a tad short.
Lyrics; "We Are” Ana Johnnson
Time-frame; Afternoon - Mid-First Season

[Flavia Thorn]

Flavia jumped, startled by the young woman, with flowing red hair, who had spoken softly to her. She had been daydreaming of a happier time. Before all of this had happened. She had been happy. Betrothed to a lovely kind, caring man with soft, short brown hair and the most bewitching blue eyes. Although there had been 7 years age difference between them, that hadn't mattered. They had got on so well.

The day had been their betrothal ceremony. Her father had suggested it be held at the castle, like his had been held 80 years before. The people all watching, celebrating.

But, as wonderful as the legendary castle of Stormhold was, with it's history of bloodshed, family betrayal; it's seemingly never ending wineding stone corriders, it's beautiful elegant tapestries, it's servants, it's mouth watering food; it hadn't felt right to build a life there. A home. Bring up children.

So they had agreed to build a home in a seclueded wood. Her betrothed' best friend, Will, had built them a beatiful cottage, by a long sapphire coloured river.

But, because of his low birth, her betrothed had been killed by Septimus. Her stone hearted brother with his old fashioned beliefs. Which must have arised because of the stories Tristan had told them of their ancestors. Just minutes after he had killed their mother and father she discovered as she was taken to the castle dungeons. Thrown in their against her will by blockheads who must have only been working for Septimus for small bags of gold and empty promises of knighthoods. A mark burned on her wrist, a harsh reminder of her torture. Why she had to find help. Away from Stormhold anywhere.

"I...Yes." Flavia managed, as memories and daydreams of the what-could-have-been future drifted away, his face...the feel of his arms trying to grab her as he was bruteally pulled away and slaughtered before her eyes...
"I've been walking for days. Is there a town near here? Somewhere I can stay and figure out what to do about my stupid brother?"

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Tags; Flavia, Catalina Regalis
Word Count; 343 - I hope that amount of words is OK :/

Time-frame; Afternoon - Mid-First Season