"The Fateful Truth." A Tribute Blog to the writer behind Meric, Deric, and Mitchell.  God rest her soul.

Malachi had received news of his twin brother's passing.  With heavy heart he tried to gather his faculties long enough to summon a messenger.  Malachi needed to know what had happened to Meric and Deric LeStat, as well as their childhood friend Mitchell Wick.  The news of their demise sat deep within Malachi's black heart.  Aching and mourning for his brother's and friend, he knew he must inform his twin sister Nyx of their passing.  She would be heart broken, Malachi thought to himself as he walked about the room.  How would he tell her?  What would he tell her.  Mitchell and she had been recently courting.  He had never seen his sister more happy than she was when Mitch and her were together.

He sat down at his desk beginning to compose a letter upon a piece of parchment.  With blood tears running down his cheeks, the feathered ink quill dipped into the well.  His hands were shaking after the news that he had just heard, however he needed to know the truth about his beloved brothers and friend.  He straightened his arm then began to compose the letter that made him feel sickened to have to write.

To Whom It My Concern

With heavy heart, I write this to you.

My brothers Meric and Deric Lestat along side Mitchell Wick have been killed.

I need to know what has happened to them, to mend my broken heart and mind.

Please, If you have any information as to why they have passed, Please let me know.

I am forever in your debt, If you can help me with this dilemma.

Word traveled to me through gossip.  I need to know if it indeed is fact.

Mostly I do not partake in gossip, however there is a deep void in my heart.

I know without a doubt, they are gone from this earth.

Please my sirs, help me in my plight.  I will forever be thankful for any information you may have.

With heavy heart and deep thanks,

Sir Malachi LeStat

 

Black Knight

Black Kingdom Brethren

Bistriţa Bărgăului

Bistria Nasaud

Romania

After composing the tearful letter, he wiped his blood stained cheeks.  He picked up his violin then began to play a song that only his sister Nyx would recognize.  He needed to tell her in person what had happened.  He stood in the royal rose garden then he began to play.  The bow made love to the strings of his devil's instrument resonating a song of deep sorrow across the lands of the Black Kingdom.  He beckoned for her to come at once.  Malachi listened intently to the stillness of night as he played awaiting his sister to join in the melody that only she would respond with.  Once the two of them would play in unison. When their violins could be heard calling out to one another's, he knew she would come to his castle at once.  He had so many things to tell her.  Questions that were unanswered.  She had the right to know.  It was his job to inform her of the sad news he had received.

Malachi remembered way back to the death of their parents, it was the same night their little sister Mirabella disappeared without a trace.  He missed them so deeply, Lord Matthias and Lady Isabella had met their demise in a horrible act of violence.  A terrible fate they surely must have been damned with by the God's.  The night of their murders, Malachi and Nyx were not at home.  Only little Mirabella witnessed the death's of their parents.  When they returned the mangled, bloodied corpses of their beloved parents lie upon the crimson stained cobble stones.  Mirabella was gone.  Malachi thought perhaps she were hiding somewhere in the large castle.  He and Nyx searched for hours, to no avail they could not find her.  She had simply disappeared from this earth without an inkling of where she could have gone.  Malachi thought to himself this was surely done by the hands of The Sacred Order Of The Dragon.

Upon this night Malachi composed a song of passing.  A tribute to their parents and little sister.  He and Nyx played the duet together in unison.  Their blood cries could be heard across the land in the middle of the night.  Lights began to come on in the homes about the kingdom as they played together.  Their sorrowful cries of loss, could be heard with every passing of their bows.  Malachi knew that his sister Nyx would never forget that haunting melody.  One that they would only play, upon their parent's birthday's, the day of their deaths, also to remember Mirabella.  As he played the ballad, he awaited her to raise her violin then answer him with song.