Legacy Of The Extra-Chapter 25: A Vow To Protect

Micheal Von Blitzfeld

The extraordinary child of House Blitzfeld. A talent that appears once in two or three generations. He was named the Child of Storm and is seen as the future heir poised to bring House Blitzfeld to greatness.

His performance in the Heldenstein Academy was admired by many of his peers. He is a good and charming leader with his own way of speaking. Indeed, a young man who is loved and respected by his peers.

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But where there is light, shadows also exist.

For someone of his calibre, one must think that wherever the young man would go he would bring honour and great name to his family.

But that was the shackles that chained him.

A child who was treated as a beacon for an entire family. But being the beacon is what burdened him. His childhood of playing with friends was taken away from him. His hands that were supposed to hold the hands of toys—were only holding a wooden sword.

He was treated as if his mere existence was to be that beacon—that leader who would lead the Blitzfeld to glory. The cold walls of the Blitzfelds that surrounded him, separated him from the life he wanted.

And only one thing remained—Solitude.

He would not talk but only swing the sword which gave him acknowledgement from his father, the Duke. His mother was distant, she only cared about the achievements the young boy accomplished.

But there was warmth in his life too.

A warmth that melted the walls of solitude that had been constructed around him.

"Mic, What are you doing~?" A playful voice reached Six-Year-old Micheal's ears who was swinging a wooden sword. The sharp features of his face that ladies wound fond upon were replaced by a soft edge that made him look cute.

His majestic lavender hair without the white streaks of stress shined beautifully under the warm sun. His heterochromia eyes of Amethyst and Emerald showed a hint of the innocence of a child.

Micheal turned around his head towards the voice. The stoic look on his face disappeared—replaced by a smile so bright that it could blind the other person. It was as if he was the sun itself.

"Aunt Mari!"

He let go of the sword in his hands and ran as fast as he could towards the voice. He extended his hands forward and jumped into someone—A woman.

A beautiful woman.

Her wheat-blonde hair swayed down behind her shoulders. Her amethyst eyes burned with a mother's warmth—a warmth that Micheal never received from his own mother, Lorelle. And her smile was even brighter than the Sun itself—despite her pale skin.

She was wearing a simple gown and her swollen belly showed signs of a new member of the family.

"Oh! Mic" She caressed the little boy's hair as he sulked into her embrace, "Didn't I tell you? Don't jump someone like that"

"Yes, aunt,"

But Micheal did not care as the woman in front of him—Marianne Von Blitzfeld might be his aunt but she was also the woman who treated him like a child instead of a prodigy. A treatment he never received in the cold walls of Blitzfeld.

Marianne Von Blitzfeld or as she goes by now Marianne Von Orlovsky is the eldest daughter of the previous Duke Wilhelm Von Blitzfeld and the elder sister of the Current Duke Friedrich and Josephine Von Blitzfeld.

A woman famed for her beauty and skill in magic. The 10th Archon produced by the Blitzfeld family. A skilful master of lightning magic and the tamer of Strahndor, a storm wyvern that she commanded.

Another Genius of the Blitzfeld who Micheal had to surpass.

But unlike others, she was a humble and kind woman and was dangerously selfless which sometimes irritated her younger sister Josephine who would throw banters at her for worrying her so much.

Well, Josephine's worries were justified as Marianne also raised both Friedrich and her when their father passed away in the Beastial war. A war that happened between the continents of Althora and Elarion with the Beastial Continent of Vorak.

During this war, she played a very important role in leading the mages and wiping out the various troops of Werebeasts with the help of her Strahndor which she named Purple.

During this war, she also fell in love with someone. A man named Vasili Chernov Orlovsky and got pregnant with his child.

Now, she was a woman who was waiting to be a mother. Waiting for the child to be born and to raise him.

"Sister, what are you doing here!?" Josephine's voice echoed behind her. She was worried as usual, "The doctor said that you should rest!"

"Hehe~ Sorry but I wanted to play with Micheal" Marianne replied playfully revealing her tongue.

"Rest! NOW!"

"Yes, Yes~" She waved her hand dismissively which angered Josephine more knowing that her elder sister was not heeding her words.

Josephine sat next to Micheal and Marianne, "Fine! I will stay here!"

"If you stay here, you are not gonna a find a man. You know~" Marianne remarked looking at Micheal. To which he almost let out a small chuckle but somehow controlled it.

He does not want to anger Aunt Josephine further.

"So, what will you name the child?" Josephine asked ignoring Marianne's blatant attack on her single life.

"Hmmm," Marianne stroked her chin in deep thought, "If it is a girl then I want to name her Rose,"

"A pretty basic name," Josephine shot back.

"Shut up, you know I love roses," Marianne replied puffing her cheeks.

"Yes, Yes. And if it was a boy?" Josephine asked.

"Hmm—Vasili and I decided on the name Viktor," She replied, her lips curving upwards.

"Well, that sounds good. Viktor, huh?" Josephine murmured.

"Aunt!" Micheal's voice boomed, "I have a suggestion!"

"Oh, our Mic has a name for him?" Marianne grinned, "What is it?"

"How about Noah!?" He beamed, face graced with a beautiful smile.

Marianne and Josephine did not reply as they only stared at him stunned. Then Marianne's face softened and her lips curved upwards again as she slowly patted her belly.

"It is indeed a good name,"

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The skies outside were covered with black clouds as the wrath of the gods in the form of thunder and lightning rang. The sounds echoing inside the cold walls of house Blitzfeld signalling the rise of a new legacy wielder.

Inside a room dimly lit by a candle. The struggles of a woman could be heard. Sweat treaded down her face and her breaths came in short ragged gasps. Her pale skin was now marred with black spores symbolizing an illness or a curse.

"You are doing well sister," Josephine muttered her voice tinged with worry as she held Marianne's hand.

"Just a little more, Milady" The Midwives encouraged.

But Marianne barely heard them in the agonizing pain. Her one hand clutched the bedsheet and the other held onto Josephine.

Micheal stood there watching with concern from the door as his aunt struggled with bringing his cousin into this world. As her time for delivery came, she became more weak. The warm smile that was etched onto her face was replaced by a fragile look.

"Waaah! Waaah! Uwaaah!"

With one final agonizing push, a fragile cry filled the room. The midwife lifted a small, red-skinned infant. His silver eyes trembled as the tears flowed out of them, his finger curling into small fists as small as a pebble.

"It is a boy," The midwife declared.

She reached for Marianne's side whose face was now etched with exhaustion and gracefully handed her the little infant. Marianne's hands trembled as she held the newborn in her hands.

Despite her faltering condition, she smiled as she looked at her son.

"So beautiful," She mumbled and kissed his forehead. The child stopped wailing and looked at her with his ethereal silver eyes. His small pebble-like hands played with the strands of her hair.

"Josephine," Marianne called out to her sister as she offered the child to her. Marianne knew that her fate was sealed—That she was about to die due to her illness. Her smile softened as her face turned into a mix of sadness and joy.

Joy that she was finally a mother and sadness that she would not see her son grow up.

''I am sorry,'' She muttered as her gaze drifted over to Josephine whose tears won't stop falling. Her body trembling as her fists clenched.

"Josephine, my dear sister," Marianne began her voice cracking, "Please take care of him. Please take care of Noah,"

Josephine took Noah in her arms, the newborn started wailing again as if he knew something bad was happening. Marianne looked at him one last time, her vision around the edges was slowly darkening.

She then shifted her gaze to Micheal who was standing by the door, his face pale and in shock.

"Mic, come here," She called to him. Micheal walked towards her his facial expression unchanged. His eyes were almost teary. Marianne reached for his face with her hand and gently caressed his cheek.

"Please take care of your cousin. Treat him as your own brother. Protect him," Saying that Marianne slumped on the bed. The colour of her eyes dulled and her face completely softened as she took her last breath.

Micheal could only watch as his once cheerful and loving Aunt was now replaced with a fragile and small woman who died giving birth to her child. The only warmth in his life faded as the cold walls of the Blitzfeld surrounded him.

"I will always protect," He whispered clenching his as tears flowed down his face, "Even if it costs me...my life"

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A/N: First the sword then the Glaive. (Vasili, you bastard)