#wttt roanoke

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Remember when I said that North Carolina IS Roanoke? Not sure if you guys do know the history of the "Lost Colony of Roanoke" but I wanna hear it from u guys.

Do you guys think the personification of the lost colony exist? Or was it just the old life of North Carolina before he became North Carolina?

Or maybe there was never a personification of Roanoke.

I wish the fandom speaks more of the Roanoke Colony.

Me personally, I like to think Roanoke did existed but died due to unknown reasons or fail to became truly become an English colony and was reborn as NC.

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So, imagine this.

Baby North Carolina, born in the same spot and same place where The Roanoke Colony personification was last seen. And England thinking it was Roanoke.

And little NC, confused, ask: "I'm North Carolina, Not Roanoke."

And yes, I'm still living with my hc that NC is a possible reincarnation of Roanoke.

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Virginia's grandmother will be name Eleanor Wright. And New York's grandmother, Catherine Reeds.

I have been thinking sm about the grandparents that Ben had mentioned and I'm like, they need to be talk about but I honestly don't know how to go about it.

Like, he never said they themselves are immortals or mortals that just takes the states in as family but me personally, I'm kinda leaning in towards immortality cause come on, the states needs some sort of figure in their life.

Noted: This happens in the late 1590s after failing to find any Roanoke Survivors and declares him as dead.

Catherine wasn't expecting anybody this afternoon so she was confused when she heard her door knock. She place her knife down and made her way to the door, opening it, she was taken back when met a man she had knew and.... one point, had fallen for but that's for another story.

"James?" "Cathy...." The man smile softly, grabbing his hat and dipping his head before putting it back on. "Your daughter, told me you would be here." Catherine glance at the man, he is a tall, handsome man who's soft smile still manage to make her heart skip a beat, even to this day. She quickly shook those feelings away.

' No. Not now. '

"Is something the matter?" She ask. She knew the man. He wouldn't come here without a reason. He sigh softly, glancing at the women. "....It's my wife, Eleanor...." Catherine's eyes widened, feeling a dark pit in her stomach before taking a deep breath. "Did something happen to Eleanor?"

James sigh softly once again, looking away. "It's about....... Gosh, I don't know how to explain this but..... She...... She isn't do so well.... after.... what happen to our first grandson...."

She frown softly, letting out a deep sigh and glance down at the ground before back at him. She had hoped that her dear friend had moved on by now..... It has been three years, since the report of Roanoke and his fellow colonies, has gone missing at August, 1590. Eleanor, didn't took the news lightly and is still waiting for her fist grandson to one day come back, safe and sound.

Catherine could already picture the poor women, waiting for any news of Roanoke, a frown on her face that doesn't quite fit her on her pretty face, the dullness in her beautiful blue eyes.

Then again, Catherine couldn't blame her. She too would be in distrust if her daughter or grandson ends up missing. "I try talking to her Cathy, she wouldn't look at me or respond..... She barely eats or sleep..... She waits out there, hoping that he would come...... I can't bare to see her like that..... You're her friend and known her longer than I have.... Cathy, i beg of you.... Talk to her..... You're probably the only one who can talk to her."

Catherine drew in another heavy breath. "I'll try.... But I'll talk to her tomorrow morning." James sigh in relief. "Thank you, Cathy."

And so, the next morning, she did. She told her daughter that she'll be off to visit Eleanor. When she snapped her fingers, she landed straight outside the house of the Wright family and already, she sees Eleanor right outside the house but she isn't alone.

Four years old Virginia is on her lap, leaning against her chest before he notice Catherine at their front, tugging on his grandmother's dress and pointed at her.

"Mamaw! There is a strange lady in our front!" Eleanor glance up to see Catherine, who offers her a soft smile, walking over to the two. "Virginia, you know it's not nice to point, put your fingers away." Eleanor scolded him softly, Virginia did so, looking almost ashamed.

"Sorry Mamaw...."

Catherine chuckle softly. "No need to feel sorry, my name is Catherine, I'm a friend of your Mamaw." Catherine glance over at Eleanor, she almost flinch at the sight of her dear friend. She indeed looks like a mess. Her blue eyes that once held a spark, had long faded away, her hair slightly a mess and had developed dark bags underneath her eyes.

"A friend?" Virginia ask.

"Yes, she is a friend dear....." Eleanor spoke, glancing down at her grandson, combing his hair with her fingers. "Her name is Catherine Reeds, she is just visiting for a while..... But you can trust her..... she isn't like those untrustworthy British or Spaniards....." Eleanor's voice was shaky, almost choking back a sob, her tears threatened to come out of the corner of her eyes.

She cling on to her grandson, who yelped in surprise. "You'll be okay.... You'll be safe, You'll NOT disappear under my watch, you'll be okay, everything will be okay....."

"Mamaw! You're squeezing me!" Virginia squeaked.

"Eleanor......" Catherine call to her, Eleanor raised her head up, tears already spilling from her eyes, letting out a pained noise, Catherine can already feel her heart cracked into two. She place her hand on her shoulder and spoke. "Eleanor, I think it's time to finally talk about it....."

"Talk about what?" Virginia ask, his eyes held with curiosity.

Eleanor sniffed, glancing at her friend before at Virginia. "Ginny, sweetie, can you go up to your room? Mamaw is gonna have a grown-up talk with Cathy....." Virginia wanted to argue but held his tongue when saw his Grandmother's eyes pleading with him to go, he frown but agree.

"Okay." He slides down from her lap before heading back inside, closing the door behind him. Catherine watch him go before glancing at Eleanor, who was avoiding her eyes, her fists clutching her dress. "Eleanor, James had told me, you weren't eating or sleeping. How long have you gone without food?"

"..................I don't know....................."

Catherine sigh softly, opening a small basket that she had brought with her, picking up a small bag of food before placing it on Eleanor's lap. "Eat, you can't be starving yourself now." Eleanor glance down at the food in front of her.

"I made you your favorites. Oyster casserole." Eleanor took a piece with her fork, jabbing it and bringing it up to her lips, before taking a bite. She was chewing the food rather slowly but that's okay, as long as she is eating.

It isn't healthy for a personifications to go out without food for long. They may not be able to die like humans but staving yourself aren't also good.

"James had came to me...... Do you wish to talk about it, dear?" Catherine ask, jabbing a piece of casserole before taking a bite.

Eleanor made a pained noise once again, shutting her eyes right before glancing at her, her eyes spark with grief and pain before swallowing her food. "....... What is there to talk about Cathy? They haven't found any trace of him or the colonists..... England believes they might be......." She shut her mouth, glancing down with new fresh of tears streaming down her face.

Catherine frown softly, her heart aching for the women. "Nor....I heavily apologize for your news, it isn't easy to hear that........"

"What did I do Cathy? What did I do to have my grandson taken away from me?" Eleanor whimper, almost sobbing. "He was too young to go...... It should've been me on that boat, not him.... Not my Roanoke......"

"Eleanor......"

"I try to sleep Cathy.... But everytime I do, I keep seeing him..... In my dreams and everytime I try to reach him, he keeps getting away.....What did I do to have my grandson taken away?" She cried, glancing up at Catherine.

"Eleanor......"

"I........ His disappearance...... I feel like..... It's all my fault....... If I hadn't let him go, he would still be here...."

"Eleanor, stop it." Catherine said firmly. "Roanoke's disappearance isn't your fault. You had nothing to do with it." "But I did!" Eleanor wailed. "What kind of a grandmother I am to just let her grandson go to that island and make a name for himself!? I didn't wanna hold him back from being a colony...... He wanted to go and I just let him......."

"You're a wonderful grandmother Eleanor, the very best that he and Virginia had." Catherine said firmly once more. "Darling, look at me." She lifted her chin up to face her. "Roanoke's disappearance, the colonists's disappearance, is not and would never be your fault. If you had gone instead of him, Roanoke would be here blaming himself for his grandmother's disappearance. It would only be a loss-loss, dear. Nobody is off disappearing without a trace."

Eleanor whimper, letting the tears drip from her cheeks. Catherine brought her in for a hug, letting the Virginian women cry on her shoulder. People would say that Catherine seems like a heartless, emotionless women, but never to her friends and family and hearing Eleanor's sobs, broke her heart.

If there was any way to heal Eleanor's broken heart, she would do it. But this is the only thing she can do so far. She can feel her own tears start to form, but she held them back. "Let it all out dear, don't hold any of them back." She said softly, rubbing her back, Eleanor squeeze her shoulders, a sob escaping once more.

"Ronnie.... My sweet Ronnie...."

Catherine rocked her gently back and forth as she clings on, not caring if any snot or tears get on her dress. Let her cry, let all the pain, guilt, grief, anger, or any emotion come out. "Let it all out darling, let it all out." She whisper.

"I'll leave you some of the leftovers here with you, and make you some earl tea, you aren't alone, Nor, you can come to me if you need anything....... You are not to blame, darling." Eleanor's soft sniffles can be heard, letting out a shaky breaths before setting her face down against her shoulder, letting the last drop of tears flow.

She took deep breaths in attempt to calm herself down before pulling herself away from Catherine, glancing at her before attempting to smile softly but weakly. "I'm sorry to trouble you..... It must be a burden of you to come all the way---"

"You are NOT A BURDEN." Catherine hiss, but immediately calm herself down, taking a deep breath. "Eleanor, whatever issues you have, is not a burden..... I'm your friend, and if you need me, I'll be there to help you in any way I can. I wouldn't show up at all if I think otherwise."

Eleanor frown softly, glancing down at her dress. "I.... I know but it's just..... I can't help but feel I'm worrying James...."

"You are, due to you not sleeping and eating for a couple of days, but he is your husband, he is worried about you for a good reason! Eleanor, you're starving yourself! Not to mention, probably scaring your second grandson and worrying him to death!"

Eleanor glance down again in guilt. Catherine frown and sigh softly. "I didn't mean to get loud, but dear lord Eleanor, you're scaring your grandson and worrying your husband to death! If I had known you were doing this in the last two years, I should've came sooner!"

Eleanor chuckle pitifully, stroking her own hair. "I couldn't expect you to..... you have your own issues to solve and a family to care....."

"That doesn't I stopped or should stop caring all together, you're my dearest friend, and God forbids, If anything happens to you, I wouldn't forgive myself throughout the rest of my immortal life."

She sigh softly. "Roanoke is a good man..... a son anyone can ask for.....You didn't know the outcome of all of this, so don't you dare for a second any of it, it's your own fault Eleanor, you listen to me and listen good." She said sternly.

"You have done everything in your own power to raise this boy, he grew up to be a handsome man and let him go the moment he was ready to spread those wings. His disappearance is.... rather a mystery and one we probably would never know. But you had no idea what would've or could've happen and it's not you fault, like I have said, if it was you who had disappeared, who would help raise Virginia and Roanoke, cause god forbids, Englanddoes anything for his colonies. How would they have feel if their own grandmother had disappeared? And what about James?"

Eleanor frown softly, glancing down. "Roanoke is a good lad, a smart, caring, loving and a true definition of what a man is. I'm sure he would've been a real good colony at that too. He has a pure, gold-hearted soul." Catherine pause when felt something landed on her hand.

She glance down, a yellow butterfly had landed on her, fluttering those beautiful yellow wings. She took a moment to admire it's beauty before smiling softly, slowly lifting it up. "Through the good and bad times, what you once enjoyed and deeply loved, you can never lose."

Eleanor glance up, watching the yellow butterfly fluttering it's wing, beautifully glowing underneath the sun's light before it starts to lift itself off of Catherine's hand, fluttering away. Eleanor watch as it flies up to the sky, circling around. She could have sworn she had seen that butterfly before and after Roanoke's travel to what would be his new home.

Hell, even as a kid, the butterfly would still be around.

"For all that you love deeply, became a part of you. Roanoke may be gone..... But he is actually still here. With you. Inside there." She pointed to her chest, offering a gentle smile.

Eleanor glance back up again. The butterfly still hadn't left, once again landing on the hand rail before onto her hand now, fluttering it's beautiful wings. Eleanor cover her mouth, more tears threatened to escape. Catherine is right. Roanoke is here, with her. Always had, always will. Her Ronnie will always be a part of her.

The yellow butterfly had started to fly away, flying up to the sky before it actually starts to leave, the two women watch it go, Catherine turn to Eleanor, a smile on her face before glancing back at her. "I think you're right..... Roanoke will always be a part of me....." She took her hand, Catherine smiling softly.

"Thank you Cathy, you really are a good friend...."

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WARNING: mentioned of death, slight angst

Okay so like, I have another stupid ass idea and I'm kinda feeling in a mood to do angst, soooooooo. I have another angst idea with Roanoke.

So, throughout his entire life, from a child to an young adult, there would be a orange butterfly that often shows up, and of course, he and his grandmother, didn't think much about it.

Though, after Roanoke had left to go with his colonists and Sir Walter, his grandmother would be waiting for him, hoping her grandson is alright and that he would come home and tell her all about his process as a colony.

And as she waits, sometimes that same orange butterfly would show up, either by landing on her hand or be waiting by the window, fluttering it's beautiful bright orange wings and she would smile and think about him, wondering if he alright and thriving in his new land, praying for God that her grandson is okay.

But everything turns out not okay.

Sir Walter had came back to England for supplies for the colonists and couldn't make it back to Roanoke due to the uprising war between Spain and England, she had pleaded for England to try and find a loopholes to get to Roanoke but he had refused for it's far too dangerous due to Spain's ships possibly sinking their ships if made any attempt to reach to him.

As two years pass, Roanoke's grandmother would pray for his well-being and hope for his return.

But after three years had pass, she wasn't prepared to be face with horrible news from England when she received his letters about the well-abouts of Roanoke, the sudden disappearance and the lack of evidence of where he and his colonists have gone, had torn her.

It had absolutely destroyed his grandmother when England's two search parties had failed to find him and his colonists, and had no choice but to proclaimed him as dead, giving up the search and forgetting about him.

His grandmother blamed herself for letting him go and for England for giving up on finding her grandson and promising herself that she wouldn't forget about him.

Now, the reason why I brought up the orange butterfly is cause it is believe that the orange butterflies is believed to carry the message that there is life after death, and that death is but a transformation like that of the butterfly, kinda foreshadowing the "death" of Roanoke and the possibility of him becoming North Carolina.

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I'm surprised that NOBODY in this fandom either once talks about this scene. Would you get it if you know about Roanoke history.

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Remember when I said this? I just thought of this last night.

And I just found out that North Carolina, literally took the spot that Roanoke was first settle in. So I'm thinking like, what if NC is secretly a reincarnation of Roanoke?

Idk, just a wild thought.