Novel & Cerita Blank Family Crest

Ours. I nodded once, shoulders squaring beneath my emerald-trimmed uniform jacket. The first raven landed on the stone balustrade beside us with a harsh, piercing cry—*krraaak!*—talons scraping granite loud enough to echo off the ivy-covered arches. Its beady eyes fixed on me, unblinking, as if it carried not just a message but the weight of my bloodline’s expectations. The leather-wrapped leg bore my family’s sigil—the Vale crest stamped in dark red wax, the stag rampant amid jagged mountain peaks stark against the deepening night. The parchment tied there was thick, formal, the edges crisp as if cut with a blade, sealed with a drop of blood that still gleamed wet.

I have seen a few known ones there and a few unknowns but from the ones I have seen, I know they are from the ‘elderly’ part of the Flanagan family. Let me give you some long deserved explanation of what kind of a family it is. I would love to call it a modern kind of family that they are all just within reach of one another but it isn’t modern at all, almost nothing is modern save for the large estate they live in. Two grandmothers, one grandfather, their children such as my Dad and his siblings, their children’s children such as myself and Elena and Daniel, then the little children from the grandchildren, such as Elena’s daughter.

“And did the woman identify this person as Jethro?” “She didn’t see any of their faces because they all wore a cloak but she saw an insignia with an eagle sign under the cloak. The eagle crest is a rare one only for prestigious families and there are only two families with an eagle on their insignia of which Jethro is one of them and is the only one living in the castle. The other family moved out of the castle years ago,” He explained. If it was Jethro then that explains him making a fuss about being locked in with the others as the search was ongoing. Was he in a hurry to meet with the family?

Damon asked in a correcting tone. "Yes, I do. Not so long ago, I received a letter from my parents who requested my presence immediately. When I went to that side, I discovered that our family crest was stolen by someone. No one had an idea who it could be because it was kept as a secret and only a few people knew about it. The crest is more important than our own lives because it holds so much power to whoever lays their hand on it," he answered. "Why would your parents or people keep such an important thing unguarded?" Damon asked the question seriously, the same question I was about to ask.

The right hand clears his throat a few times before the people take notice and once, they see him and his family side by side their voice fades out. “Our fire lord has given us, his people, thanks for showing your proper respect on this, the occasion of his daughter becoming a woman.” Felix sounds like he has been trained by the king himself to make public speeches and to speak on the behalf of his fellow mankind. The three of them bow out of respect and the mother makes her way over to the right table, the front right one that is empty and is they’re for the right hand’s house and family. The little girl follows her mother in the same footsteps and ventures to her side. The woman helps her

Feigning curiosity, Charlie asked, "So, if you're not looking for an illegitimate child, then who could be important enough for you to come personally?" Julien sighed and said, "To be honest, as you likely know, our family has an incredibly long history, and the number of branch families is more than the hairs on an average person's head. Among these, there is a branch family with the last name Whittaker, which isn't particularly close to us—just a relatively ordinary branch lineage."

Those affiliated to the crest notified were all scions of the families that had lingered for hundreds of years. 'Uncle Zane's identity has always been the subject of mystery. Even Carl and I have never asked him about it before. However, Uncle Zane was actually included in the list of families affiliated to the Reby Family Crest. As he was able to receive the notification pertaining to the ownership of the crest, he must be one of the legitimate scions of one of these ancient families. He will know far more about the origins of the crest as compared to the rest of us, and that's why I'll definitely need to return at once and get things straight with Uncle Zane in person. But Jared... Now tha

The old man laughs “You mean our crests? Such an interesting girl you are. These are our family crests passed down from generation to generation proving our linage. All male heirs wear them as a testament of our power.” “So, what is yours?” “Why do you want to know?” his expression shows curiosity. “No reason. Just curious.” I do have a reason, but that doesn’t mean I’ll tell him. He flashes a smile “Dragon. My family crest is a dragon my dear.”

The black thread was seemingly ordinary, while the cold bronze and copper metal felt heavy in my palm. “What is it?” I had guessed, but I asked just to be clear. Because this is not the crest I saw over the headquarters. “This is a family crest of sorts. There is only one of this. There is no copy, no hung-on symbol, not even in the Knight Manor, but everyone knows what it means,” he said as he unhooked the thick thread that was holding it together, and he leaned forward, putting it around my neck. I stilled as I felt the cold metal touching my skin.

Rose questioned a small question and the woman unexpectedly nodded her head in answer. "For certain. That carriage is rare to see on a normal village but it is not rare for us to see that carriage. It belongs to the Lexington's family," answered the elder woman who appeared to know much about the family based on the carriage itself. "Did you see the white rose on the crest on the carriage's door. That is their family's crest." "I see," Rose hummed but her curiosity was once piqued. "What kind of family are they? Are they Nobles?"