Romance Novel Chapter:
Wesley stood silently facing the two identical doors. He could hear the cheers of the crowd behind him…their thundering chant echoing the thumping of his own heart. Perspiration broke out on his forehead as the sun beat down on him. He knew which he would pick, he had always known. It was a noble way to die, with his love watching from the throne above. She would know how much he loved her…it would be written in his blood. On the other hand life waited behind the other door. He took a step towards it then paused.
He remembered Margaret’s words this morning – it had been the last time he would ever hold her. “Wesley, if you choose the door on the right you will live. No harm will come to you. Father, will merely have you sent to a far off place.”
He had stroked her long dark hair, “What use is living if I am without you? What is a body without a soul? No, love, I would die everyday if that were the price of loving you.”
She had wept in his arms, “Wesley, you must live! How am I to go on without you? I would be happy and free if only I knew you were alive – far away, but still alive.”
“Margaret, my love, death cannot separate you and me. Your father merely frees my spirit from its mortal cage so that I will be with you always.”
Then they heard the sound of the guards footprints, their time together was over. He felt the softness of her hand has she was pulled from him. He breathed deeply and listened as she wept down the hall.
Now the only sound which met his ears was the angry bellows of the dragon on his left. He clenched his fist at his side; death had finally come to him. Approaching the door on his left, he paused with his hand on the knob he turned to face the crowd. Time seemed to freeze as the onlookers stared in stunned silence. Some still sat while others had risen to their feet. His own heart skipped a beat then slowed until he thought it might have stopped all together. Finally his searching eyes found his mark, his lovely Margaret, his beautiful princess. She sat rigidly her full lips parted in an expression of horror. Then their eyes met. Her’s pleaded with him to turn back, to choose life. He smiled at her as though to say: “good bye, my love.”
Realizing what was about to happen silent tears poured from the young princess’ eyes. Then he spoke to the crowd, to her father, to the gods themselves, “And so I die for love!” Gathering strength from her beauty he turned from her…from life itself. He swiftly pulled open the door and rushed inside pulling the door shut behind him. The crowd gasped as a fierce roar came from behind the shut door followed by bone chilling scream… then nothing…all was silent.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Don Quixote Permission Slip
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In consideration of my family being allowed to participate in the field trip, I hereby assume all risks in connection with the field trip, and further release OHDELA, its staff and volunteers from all claims, judgments and liability for any injury or damage that my family may have due to participation in the field trip, including risks connected therewith foreseen and unforeseen.
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Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Doneisha's Romance Chapter
The Hope Princess
Princess Heather rushed out to the stables to found and tell her best friend, Heart that King Stephen, the Princess’ brother, is on his way home from his meeting with one of the two neighboring kingdoms. Nobody ever went to the other one.
She had to ask several of the stable workers where she could find her when finally Dan, the stable manager, told her that Heart was in one of the back fields with Black Thunder, her horse. Heather rushed out of the stables and made her way back there. When she found Heart, she rushed trying to climb the fence and her dress got caught on a nail that was sticking out causing her to trip and fall on her face in the field.
When Heart saw the Princess fall she rushed to her side with Black Thunder trotting right behind her, to see if she was all right and to assist her up. By the time, Heart reached her side Heather was sitting up and other then the fact that she had dirt on her face seemed otherwise okay. In fact, she was giggling.
“Henny you need to be more care. You could have been seriously hurt.”
By this time, she was laughing so hard that tears were rolling down her face and Heart couldn’t help but join her. For five straight minutes sweet laughter could be heard coming from the fields. Black Thunder looked at the two of them as if they were crazy and then started grazing.
When the stable workers heard it they all ran to the doorway to see what all the commotion was about and saw Heart and the Princess on the ground laughing. They all wondered what it was those two were laughing at but knew it was hopeless to try and find out so they all went back to work. After their laughing spell was over Heart and Heather stayed on their backs and watched the clouds lazy drift by and feel the gentle breeze that had been blowing since early morning.
After a moment, Heart sits up and asks, “You do realize that there is a gate not two feet from the fence you tried to climb over, right?”
“I know there is, but I was trying to be you. You make climbing or jumping over fences look easy.”
“That’s because I’ve had a lot of practice. Now, what is it you wanted to tell me?”
Heather quickly stands up and jumping up and down, shouts “Stephen is coming home! Stephen is coming home!”
Heart shakes her head and then smiles at her. “You are always exited when he comes home. Even though you know he goes to visit the other kingdom once every year.”
Heather puts her serious face on which makes her look a few years older than she really is. “I know, but he’s gone for a week and a half. Doesn’t that give me a right to be excited when he comes home?”
“Yeah, I guess so. Anyways, I guess we better get ready. About what time will he be arriving?”
“Oh, shoot! I was so excited to tell you that I didn’t stick around to find out.”
“Well, go find out then. I’ll be in shortly.”
“Ok, Heart.”
With that Heather climbs over the fence with more success than her previous try and rushes back to the castle. Heart gets up and brushes her butt off. She then turns back to her still grazing horse and says, “Oh, brother. What am I going to with her? If she makes it to twenty without being seriously injured, it’ll be a miracle.”
Black Thunder tilts his ears to her but keeps on grazing.
She pauses for a moment then says, “Do you think her family will notice the dirt on her face?”
Later that day, “Oh, Stephen should be here by now. Where could he be, Heart?”
“I have no idea, Heather.”
The Liberty family and Heart were on the front patio wanting for the safe arrival of Stephen. As the day worn on and there was still no sign of him and his escort, three experienced and one in training, everybody couldn’t help but worry. Heather had sent five soldiers out to found them after they were an hour late. None of the five had come back. Until now.
With Heart and Heather in the lead, all of them ran as quickly as they could to see what they feared the most. Each soldier was leading one of the escorts’ horses. Two were lying face down on their horses. The other two were badly injured, unconscious, and leaning against their horses’ necks. Heart reached them first and knew that the first two were dead. When the other girls reached them they gasped and covered their mouths with their hands, except Penelope. She was looking for her brother. All she saw was his horse being lead and an empty saddle.
“Where’s Stephen?” She asked calmly. No one answered her.
“Where’s Stephen?” She asked again. Still no reply.
“WHERE’S STEPHEN!?” She shouted with everything she had.
“Shut up, Heather. We have to worry about those that are here first. You two, take the boy and his mentor to the doctor immediately or else we’re loose them both and we need them for questioning. Unfortunately, you two take them to the priest, there is no hope for them now and he will have their bodies prepared for burial. Then gather all the horses and take them to the stable workers. They’ll look after them.”
The soldiers hurriedly did what they were told. Meanwhile, Heather had been shocked to silence. Never in all her life had Heart every talked to her that way, had ever told her to shut up. She didn’t know what to think. She forgot that she was the princess and in reality the leader while Stephen was gone. Instead she broke down and started crying.
Heart looked at her for a moment and then walked slowly to her and wrapped her arms around her in the most comforting hug she could give.
“I’m sorry, Henny. But they had to be taken care of first. Listen, your brother has to be alive. If he was dead they would have brought him back with the others.”
Heart ended the hug and then said, “Now come on, we need to go see if either the boy or his mentor is awake so we can ask them what happened.”
So with Heart and Heather leading, they headed back to the castle to find out what happened.
After they had interviewed the boy and found out that the other kingdom with the evil king had attacked them and kidnapped Stephen, an urgent meeting was called.
When Heart and Heather entered the room, it was noisy beyond belief with all the men talking at once. Only some of the conversation going on could be understood but one stood out among all the rest, “someone should go after them and bring him back.”
“Yes, you’re right and I’m the one who’s going to do just that.”
All the men and Heather turned to look at the person who had made that very bold statement, Heart.
“No, Heart. I forbid you to do that.”
“You can’t stop me, Daddy. I’ve made up my mind. I’m twenty-five after all.”
“But Heart...”
“Heather, don’t say it. I know it’s dangerous but that’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
“But why you Heart?”
“Because Henny, I’m all pack and ready to go. I have six days of food for two people and a plan to get there as fast as I can before something bad happens to him. I am, of course, taking Black Thunder. There’s enough horse for both of us and he can run fast even with a couple hundred pounds on his back. I’ll also be taking my bow and arrows and my sword, Lightning Blade, in case I run into any trouble. When I get there I’ll make a plan to get him and get away from there as fast as we can. Besides all that the last thing they would ever expect is a woman coming to his aid so I’ll have the element of surprise on my side. Now if you people are finished questioning me I need to leave. I don’t want him to wait even one day for me.”
Without another word she exited the room, leaving behind a deafening silence.
After a moment, Heather followed her out the door and rushed to catch up before she left. She caught up to Heart outside just before she mounted Black Thunder.
“Heart...”
Heart takes her foot from the stirrup and puts it back on the ground. Without turning to Heather she says, “I promise, if it’s the last thing I ever do for you, I will being your brother back alive. I promise you.”
With that Heart mounts Black Thunder and starts for the left entrance to the kingdom. With tears streaming down her face Heather shouts, “Heart! I know if anyone can bring him back alive, it’s you.”
She gets no response from Heart but she hadn’t expected one anyway.
Three days later Heart and Black Thunder arrived on the outskirts of the kingdom. It’s very early in the morning and not a soul is moving about. Soft woos from an owl and the chirps of crickets are the only things that can be heard. They make their way to the castle with all their senses on alert.
When they arrive at the castle, she hides him in the bushes and starts to create her second plan. She knows that the men who kidnapped Stephen couldn’t have arrived but a few hours before her. So she sneaks around watching, gathering information. The guards don’t know their being watched. All the while the sun is slowly coming up over the horizon and it’s getting lighter and lighter.
She’s standing in a crack in a wall facing a big dirt area but watches the sun as it slowly rises over the horizon. When she suddenly hears a door bang against a wall and quickly turns back to see many guards come and stand beside the wall. After a few minutes another person appears in the entry of the same door that the guards came out off. When they see him they all quickly stand up taller as if their lives depended on it. Heart knew that that could be no one else but the evil king she’s heard so much about. He walked out of the building to go sit in his outside throne that just happened to be in the shade. Right behind him was two more guards, half carrying half dragging another man with no shirt on in between them. He was badly beaten and bleeding from a few cuts. Heart didn’t have to see his face to know that was Stephen.
A big ball of rage formed in her stomach. He had only been here for a few hours and they had beaten him like he was no one important! Even though he’s a king too! All the stories she heard about this king were true.
The king had already arrived at his seat and after making a big show of himself, sat down. The three men arrived at the throne and after throwing Stephen on the ground at that king’s feet, which made Heart even angrier, exited back through the door they had all came from.
Heart’s eyes were glued to the scene before her. She couldn’t look away especially when Stephen slowly got to his knees. She could tell that he was hurting, even though he was doing his best to hide it and her heart went out to him.
“What have you got to say for yourself before you die?” The evil king asked.
“You won’t get away with this.”
“Such big words for a man that’s on the ground before me. I’ll tell you what if you pledge alliance to me I’ll be kind and let you go back to your kingdom. What do you say?”
“Never.”
The king got up and walked to Stephen. When he got to him the king grabbed Stephen’s hair and yanked it back saying in the most evilness voice Heart had ever heard, “See I was trying to be nice and let you live the rest of your live in peace and happiness but you refuse my offer and so you shall die.”
The king let go over his hair and stomped back to his throne. When he sat down and nodded his head Heart knew it was time to stop watching and time to start rescuing. She hurriedly climbed down and the last thing she saw was two men approaching Stephen. After she reached the ground she ran to Black Thunder and grabbing his reins lead him to the only other way in and out of that area. This is where her plan went into action. When she reached the entry way she turned to face her horse. She grabbed his bridle so that they could be face to face and asked, “Do you want to go for a run boy?”
Black Thunder was anxious for a run. He had been ever since they arrived here and he knew he was going to get one. That’s why he had wanted so long. But now he pranced in place showing his impatience at wanting too.
“Yeah, I thought you did.”
She mounted, which was a little difficult with all his prancing but she managed. Afterwards, she leans against his neck and whispers in his ear, “Ok, boy. We only have one shot at this so we have to make it count. So let’s go!”
Stephen knew he could take those two if only he wasn’t so tired and sore. He might have been able to take all the others too. He thought this was going to be the end of him. He wasn’t afraid to die because he knew where he was going but... Being only twenty-seven, he had his whole life ahead of him and now it was being cut short. He didn’t regret anything he had ever done. It was the things he hadn’t done yet that he was regretting now. Like saying I love you to Hea... A loud banging noise interrupted his thoughts. He looked up in time just to see black fur and budging muscles and felt an arrow go pass his head and heard someone behind him scream. It ran pass him and he realized it was a horse...a black horse and there was someone on that horse. Someone who wore tan pants and black boots and that was all the farther he could look right now. But he knew someone who wears an outfit like that and he couldn’t believe that she’s here...that her father would allow her to do this. With all the strength he had left he got to his feet.
When Heart and Black Thunder burst through the door all of them had looked her way and was stunned to see a woman. She had only a few moments to put her plan into action and get Stephen before someone regained his senses and attacked.
She didn’t want to kill anyone but if she had to she would. So she shot the soldier that was about to cut of Stephen’s head in the upper arm and he cried out in surprised pain. Black Thunder ran past so he could turn around. Some of the men were quickly gaining their senses back but instead of reaching for their swords or shouting out for more assistance, they just stood there as if they really wanted her to rescue him. Some watched her ride pass; all the others looked at the ground as if they were ashamed. This really confused her but she didn’t have time to ponder it. All the while, the king was completely silent and still.
Heart didn’t want to stop but if Stephen stayed on his knees then she would have to. So as Black Thunder circled back around she looked at him and was stunned to see him standing. She put Black Thunder into a trot and bracing herself held her hand out to Stephen for him to grab it. He ran to get some momentum even though with every step he took pain shoot through his body but he didn’t want to pull Heart off the saddle which he was sure he’d do if she grabbed his hand while he was standing completely still. So for a few painful minutes, Black Thunder and Stephen jogged side by side but after grabbing Heart’s hand he manages to jump on his back. Heart gives him a second to right himself and wraps his arms around her waist. He leans against her, nearly pushing her into the back of Black Thunder but she doesn’t mind. He is so close to her not only could she hear his heavy breathing she could feel it too. She then lets Black Thunder go from a trot to a full out gallop, that he’s more than happy to do, as they race to the exit.
Heart then hears the king shout, “After them! Don’t let them get away or you will all pay,” as they go though it.
A few minutes later, she hears horses behind them but doesn’t bother looking back. She just concentrates on Black Thunder’s running. The people in town are getting up and ready for the day when they hear many hoofs clopping in the dirt road. They look out there windows to see two people on a black horse and the king’s soldiers right behind them. Many say a silent pray to God, hoping those two get away.
They ride to the outskirts of the town with the soldiers still behind them. They enter the forest and Black Thunder with no direction from Heart leaves the trail and starts to weave in between the trees to make them be a harder target to hit.
In the middle of the forest there is a river. In the upper part of the river the edges are cliff-like. But if you go down about half a mile there is a mini waterfall and the edges level out and meet the river. The first time, Heart and Black Thunder arrived at the upper part, they left the trail to find an easier way to cross it because it was very dark then and they had been walking instead of trotting or galloping. When they found the lower level they had to go down a little slope to reach it. Afterwards they crossed the river, went back up to the trail, and headed for the town. But now they were running the opposite way and had no time to go down to cross it again. So right then and there she decided to jump it. Mainly because, she had all the horse she needed right under her since besides being a great runner with plenty of endurance, Black Thunder was also a great jumper with no fear.
She had Black Thunder go back on the trail even though it would expose them. She had him run as fast as he could as the river came closer and closer. Black Thunder knew Heart wanted him to jump it and was prepared to do so. When they reached the edge Black Thunder jumped. When they land safely on the other side they kept running. All of a sudden, Stephen squeezes Heart’s waist very hard. She wonders why but didn’t have time to stop and find out right now.
When they had come out of the trees, the archer had strung his bow and took aim. They thought those three would stop or change direction but they didn’t. They just kept running straight to the river. The soldiers knew or rather thought they knew that those three could never make it over the river. No horse could. So when they did the soldiers were amazed. They quit following them and stopped close to the edge. Their horses were tired and were completely unable to make the jump over. So instead, the archer took aim at Stephen’s back and fired the arrow.
A few hours later they stop for lunch and to give Black Thunder a break. He had been running hard for a long time. Heart is startled when she finds out why Stephen had squeezed her earlier. He had been shot in the shoulder blade by an archer when Black Thunder had landed safely on the other side. Since he’s a head taller than she is, she has him sit so she can take the arrow out and clean all his wounds. Afterwards she unsaddles Black Thunder and leads him to a stream where he takes one big drink and then starts grazing on the cool grass. She leaves him there, knowing that he won’t wander off. She starts to gather wood for a small fire, not knowing that Stephen has been watching her.
After she disappears behind a tree, Stephen lays down on the soft grass and as he slowly drifts off to sleep, thinks, “Heart, you don’t know how much this little journey has changed the life you thought you knew, forever. A secret of your past will come to light and you will find out who you truly are. Nor do you know how much I really love you, especially now more then ever. But soon you will know everything about your past and be angry at me for not telling you. Oh, well. I’ll just wait for that day and then take your wrath that’s...sure...to...come,” and with those words he drifts into a much need sleep.
Heart comes back from gathering wood and discovers Stephen has fallen asleep. She looks at him for a moment trying to decide if she should wake him up for some lunch or not. Deciding that he has been though enough the pass three days with little to no sleep, leaves him be. She realizes that she’s not that hungry either and decides to just wait until later. She hasn’t slept that much since she went on this quest and realizes that she’s quite tired herself. So she gets two blankets from the saddlebags. She covers him with one and then lies down a foot away from him, covers herself with the other. With thankfulness in her heart, she drifts off into a peaceful sleep.
Princess Heather rushed out to the stables to found and tell her best friend, Heart that King Stephen, the Princess’ brother, is on his way home from his meeting with one of the two neighboring kingdoms. Nobody ever went to the other one.
She had to ask several of the stable workers where she could find her when finally Dan, the stable manager, told her that Heart was in one of the back fields with Black Thunder, her horse. Heather rushed out of the stables and made her way back there. When she found Heart, she rushed trying to climb the fence and her dress got caught on a nail that was sticking out causing her to trip and fall on her face in the field.
When Heart saw the Princess fall she rushed to her side with Black Thunder trotting right behind her, to see if she was all right and to assist her up. By the time, Heart reached her side Heather was sitting up and other then the fact that she had dirt on her face seemed otherwise okay. In fact, she was giggling.
“Henny you need to be more care. You could have been seriously hurt.”
By this time, she was laughing so hard that tears were rolling down her face and Heart couldn’t help but join her. For five straight minutes sweet laughter could be heard coming from the fields. Black Thunder looked at the two of them as if they were crazy and then started grazing.
When the stable workers heard it they all ran to the doorway to see what all the commotion was about and saw Heart and the Princess on the ground laughing. They all wondered what it was those two were laughing at but knew it was hopeless to try and find out so they all went back to work. After their laughing spell was over Heart and Heather stayed on their backs and watched the clouds lazy drift by and feel the gentle breeze that had been blowing since early morning.
After a moment, Heart sits up and asks, “You do realize that there is a gate not two feet from the fence you tried to climb over, right?”
“I know there is, but I was trying to be you. You make climbing or jumping over fences look easy.”
“That’s because I’ve had a lot of practice. Now, what is it you wanted to tell me?”
Heather quickly stands up and jumping up and down, shouts “Stephen is coming home! Stephen is coming home!”
Heart shakes her head and then smiles at her. “You are always exited when he comes home. Even though you know he goes to visit the other kingdom once every year.”
Heather puts her serious face on which makes her look a few years older than she really is. “I know, but he’s gone for a week and a half. Doesn’t that give me a right to be excited when he comes home?”
“Yeah, I guess so. Anyways, I guess we better get ready. About what time will he be arriving?”
“Oh, shoot! I was so excited to tell you that I didn’t stick around to find out.”
“Well, go find out then. I’ll be in shortly.”
“Ok, Heart.”
With that Heather climbs over the fence with more success than her previous try and rushes back to the castle. Heart gets up and brushes her butt off. She then turns back to her still grazing horse and says, “Oh, brother. What am I going to with her? If she makes it to twenty without being seriously injured, it’ll be a miracle.”
Black Thunder tilts his ears to her but keeps on grazing.
She pauses for a moment then says, “Do you think her family will notice the dirt on her face?”
Later that day, “Oh, Stephen should be here by now. Where could he be, Heart?”
“I have no idea, Heather.”
The Liberty family and Heart were on the front patio wanting for the safe arrival of Stephen. As the day worn on and there was still no sign of him and his escort, three experienced and one in training, everybody couldn’t help but worry. Heather had sent five soldiers out to found them after they were an hour late. None of the five had come back. Until now.
With Heart and Heather in the lead, all of them ran as quickly as they could to see what they feared the most. Each soldier was leading one of the escorts’ horses. Two were lying face down on their horses. The other two were badly injured, unconscious, and leaning against their horses’ necks. Heart reached them first and knew that the first two were dead. When the other girls reached them they gasped and covered their mouths with their hands, except Penelope. She was looking for her brother. All she saw was his horse being lead and an empty saddle.
“Where’s Stephen?” She asked calmly. No one answered her.
“Where’s Stephen?” She asked again. Still no reply.
“WHERE’S STEPHEN!?” She shouted with everything she had.
“Shut up, Heather. We have to worry about those that are here first. You two, take the boy and his mentor to the doctor immediately or else we’re loose them both and we need them for questioning. Unfortunately, you two take them to the priest, there is no hope for them now and he will have their bodies prepared for burial. Then gather all the horses and take them to the stable workers. They’ll look after them.”
The soldiers hurriedly did what they were told. Meanwhile, Heather had been shocked to silence. Never in all her life had Heart every talked to her that way, had ever told her to shut up. She didn’t know what to think. She forgot that she was the princess and in reality the leader while Stephen was gone. Instead she broke down and started crying.
Heart looked at her for a moment and then walked slowly to her and wrapped her arms around her in the most comforting hug she could give.
“I’m sorry, Henny. But they had to be taken care of first. Listen, your brother has to be alive. If he was dead they would have brought him back with the others.”
Heart ended the hug and then said, “Now come on, we need to go see if either the boy or his mentor is awake so we can ask them what happened.”
So with Heart and Heather leading, they headed back to the castle to find out what happened.
After they had interviewed the boy and found out that the other kingdom with the evil king had attacked them and kidnapped Stephen, an urgent meeting was called.
When Heart and Heather entered the room, it was noisy beyond belief with all the men talking at once. Only some of the conversation going on could be understood but one stood out among all the rest, “someone should go after them and bring him back.”
“Yes, you’re right and I’m the one who’s going to do just that.”
All the men and Heather turned to look at the person who had made that very bold statement, Heart.
“No, Heart. I forbid you to do that.”
“You can’t stop me, Daddy. I’ve made up my mind. I’m twenty-five after all.”
“But Heart...”
“Heather, don’t say it. I know it’s dangerous but that’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
“But why you Heart?”
“Because Henny, I’m all pack and ready to go. I have six days of food for two people and a plan to get there as fast as I can before something bad happens to him. I am, of course, taking Black Thunder. There’s enough horse for both of us and he can run fast even with a couple hundred pounds on his back. I’ll also be taking my bow and arrows and my sword, Lightning Blade, in case I run into any trouble. When I get there I’ll make a plan to get him and get away from there as fast as we can. Besides all that the last thing they would ever expect is a woman coming to his aid so I’ll have the element of surprise on my side. Now if you people are finished questioning me I need to leave. I don’t want him to wait even one day for me.”
Without another word she exited the room, leaving behind a deafening silence.
After a moment, Heather followed her out the door and rushed to catch up before she left. She caught up to Heart outside just before she mounted Black Thunder.
“Heart...”
Heart takes her foot from the stirrup and puts it back on the ground. Without turning to Heather she says, “I promise, if it’s the last thing I ever do for you, I will being your brother back alive. I promise you.”
With that Heart mounts Black Thunder and starts for the left entrance to the kingdom. With tears streaming down her face Heather shouts, “Heart! I know if anyone can bring him back alive, it’s you.”
She gets no response from Heart but she hadn’t expected one anyway.
Three days later Heart and Black Thunder arrived on the outskirts of the kingdom. It’s very early in the morning and not a soul is moving about. Soft woos from an owl and the chirps of crickets are the only things that can be heard. They make their way to the castle with all their senses on alert.
When they arrive at the castle, she hides him in the bushes and starts to create her second plan. She knows that the men who kidnapped Stephen couldn’t have arrived but a few hours before her. So she sneaks around watching, gathering information. The guards don’t know their being watched. All the while the sun is slowly coming up over the horizon and it’s getting lighter and lighter.
She’s standing in a crack in a wall facing a big dirt area but watches the sun as it slowly rises over the horizon. When she suddenly hears a door bang against a wall and quickly turns back to see many guards come and stand beside the wall. After a few minutes another person appears in the entry of the same door that the guards came out off. When they see him they all quickly stand up taller as if their lives depended on it. Heart knew that that could be no one else but the evil king she’s heard so much about. He walked out of the building to go sit in his outside throne that just happened to be in the shade. Right behind him was two more guards, half carrying half dragging another man with no shirt on in between them. He was badly beaten and bleeding from a few cuts. Heart didn’t have to see his face to know that was Stephen.
A big ball of rage formed in her stomach. He had only been here for a few hours and they had beaten him like he was no one important! Even though he’s a king too! All the stories she heard about this king were true.
The king had already arrived at his seat and after making a big show of himself, sat down. The three men arrived at the throne and after throwing Stephen on the ground at that king’s feet, which made Heart even angrier, exited back through the door they had all came from.
Heart’s eyes were glued to the scene before her. She couldn’t look away especially when Stephen slowly got to his knees. She could tell that he was hurting, even though he was doing his best to hide it and her heart went out to him.
“What have you got to say for yourself before you die?” The evil king asked.
“You won’t get away with this.”
“Such big words for a man that’s on the ground before me. I’ll tell you what if you pledge alliance to me I’ll be kind and let you go back to your kingdom. What do you say?”
“Never.”
The king got up and walked to Stephen. When he got to him the king grabbed Stephen’s hair and yanked it back saying in the most evilness voice Heart had ever heard, “See I was trying to be nice and let you live the rest of your live in peace and happiness but you refuse my offer and so you shall die.”
The king let go over his hair and stomped back to his throne. When he sat down and nodded his head Heart knew it was time to stop watching and time to start rescuing. She hurriedly climbed down and the last thing she saw was two men approaching Stephen. After she reached the ground she ran to Black Thunder and grabbing his reins lead him to the only other way in and out of that area. This is where her plan went into action. When she reached the entry way she turned to face her horse. She grabbed his bridle so that they could be face to face and asked, “Do you want to go for a run boy?”
Black Thunder was anxious for a run. He had been ever since they arrived here and he knew he was going to get one. That’s why he had wanted so long. But now he pranced in place showing his impatience at wanting too.
“Yeah, I thought you did.”
She mounted, which was a little difficult with all his prancing but she managed. Afterwards, she leans against his neck and whispers in his ear, “Ok, boy. We only have one shot at this so we have to make it count. So let’s go!”
Stephen knew he could take those two if only he wasn’t so tired and sore. He might have been able to take all the others too. He thought this was going to be the end of him. He wasn’t afraid to die because he knew where he was going but... Being only twenty-seven, he had his whole life ahead of him and now it was being cut short. He didn’t regret anything he had ever done. It was the things he hadn’t done yet that he was regretting now. Like saying I love you to Hea... A loud banging noise interrupted his thoughts. He looked up in time just to see black fur and budging muscles and felt an arrow go pass his head and heard someone behind him scream. It ran pass him and he realized it was a horse...a black horse and there was someone on that horse. Someone who wore tan pants and black boots and that was all the farther he could look right now. But he knew someone who wears an outfit like that and he couldn’t believe that she’s here...that her father would allow her to do this. With all the strength he had left he got to his feet.
When Heart and Black Thunder burst through the door all of them had looked her way and was stunned to see a woman. She had only a few moments to put her plan into action and get Stephen before someone regained his senses and attacked.
She didn’t want to kill anyone but if she had to she would. So she shot the soldier that was about to cut of Stephen’s head in the upper arm and he cried out in surprised pain. Black Thunder ran past so he could turn around. Some of the men were quickly gaining their senses back but instead of reaching for their swords or shouting out for more assistance, they just stood there as if they really wanted her to rescue him. Some watched her ride pass; all the others looked at the ground as if they were ashamed. This really confused her but she didn’t have time to ponder it. All the while, the king was completely silent and still.
Heart didn’t want to stop but if Stephen stayed on his knees then she would have to. So as Black Thunder circled back around she looked at him and was stunned to see him standing. She put Black Thunder into a trot and bracing herself held her hand out to Stephen for him to grab it. He ran to get some momentum even though with every step he took pain shoot through his body but he didn’t want to pull Heart off the saddle which he was sure he’d do if she grabbed his hand while he was standing completely still. So for a few painful minutes, Black Thunder and Stephen jogged side by side but after grabbing Heart’s hand he manages to jump on his back. Heart gives him a second to right himself and wraps his arms around her waist. He leans against her, nearly pushing her into the back of Black Thunder but she doesn’t mind. He is so close to her not only could she hear his heavy breathing she could feel it too. She then lets Black Thunder go from a trot to a full out gallop, that he’s more than happy to do, as they race to the exit.
Heart then hears the king shout, “After them! Don’t let them get away or you will all pay,” as they go though it.
A few minutes later, she hears horses behind them but doesn’t bother looking back. She just concentrates on Black Thunder’s running. The people in town are getting up and ready for the day when they hear many hoofs clopping in the dirt road. They look out there windows to see two people on a black horse and the king’s soldiers right behind them. Many say a silent pray to God, hoping those two get away.
They ride to the outskirts of the town with the soldiers still behind them. They enter the forest and Black Thunder with no direction from Heart leaves the trail and starts to weave in between the trees to make them be a harder target to hit.
In the middle of the forest there is a river. In the upper part of the river the edges are cliff-like. But if you go down about half a mile there is a mini waterfall and the edges level out and meet the river. The first time, Heart and Black Thunder arrived at the upper part, they left the trail to find an easier way to cross it because it was very dark then and they had been walking instead of trotting or galloping. When they found the lower level they had to go down a little slope to reach it. Afterwards they crossed the river, went back up to the trail, and headed for the town. But now they were running the opposite way and had no time to go down to cross it again. So right then and there she decided to jump it. Mainly because, she had all the horse she needed right under her since besides being a great runner with plenty of endurance, Black Thunder was also a great jumper with no fear.
She had Black Thunder go back on the trail even though it would expose them. She had him run as fast as he could as the river came closer and closer. Black Thunder knew Heart wanted him to jump it and was prepared to do so. When they reached the edge Black Thunder jumped. When they land safely on the other side they kept running. All of a sudden, Stephen squeezes Heart’s waist very hard. She wonders why but didn’t have time to stop and find out right now.
When they had come out of the trees, the archer had strung his bow and took aim. They thought those three would stop or change direction but they didn’t. They just kept running straight to the river. The soldiers knew or rather thought they knew that those three could never make it over the river. No horse could. So when they did the soldiers were amazed. They quit following them and stopped close to the edge. Their horses were tired and were completely unable to make the jump over. So instead, the archer took aim at Stephen’s back and fired the arrow.
A few hours later they stop for lunch and to give Black Thunder a break. He had been running hard for a long time. Heart is startled when she finds out why Stephen had squeezed her earlier. He had been shot in the shoulder blade by an archer when Black Thunder had landed safely on the other side. Since he’s a head taller than she is, she has him sit so she can take the arrow out and clean all his wounds. Afterwards she unsaddles Black Thunder and leads him to a stream where he takes one big drink and then starts grazing on the cool grass. She leaves him there, knowing that he won’t wander off. She starts to gather wood for a small fire, not knowing that Stephen has been watching her.
After she disappears behind a tree, Stephen lays down on the soft grass and as he slowly drifts off to sleep, thinks, “Heart, you don’t know how much this little journey has changed the life you thought you knew, forever. A secret of your past will come to light and you will find out who you truly are. Nor do you know how much I really love you, especially now more then ever. But soon you will know everything about your past and be angry at me for not telling you. Oh, well. I’ll just wait for that day and then take your wrath that’s...sure...to...come,” and with those words he drifts into a much need sleep.
Heart comes back from gathering wood and discovers Stephen has fallen asleep. She looks at him for a moment trying to decide if she should wake him up for some lunch or not. Deciding that he has been though enough the pass three days with little to no sleep, leaves him be. She realizes that she’s not that hungry either and decides to just wait until later. She hasn’t slept that much since she went on this quest and realizes that she’s quite tired herself. So she gets two blankets from the saddlebags. She covers him with one and then lies down a foot away from him, covers herself with the other. With thankfulness in her heart, she drifts off into a peaceful sleep.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Ciprian's Romance Chapter
This chapter is dedicated to Mr. Arman and the English 4B class.
Ciprian- Hey dude, come over here for a minute. You’ve got to check Cyle out, he is acting pretty weird dude.
Jared- What are you talking about dude?
Ciprian- I am talking about Cyle, acting like he is going to find his perfect girl in a day.
Jared- Haha, dude lets tag along and see what comes out of this.
Cyle- I am going to find the most amazing girl in the world today, she is going to be smart, beautiful, athletic, and a good cook.
Ciprian- Dude, such a female doesn’t exist. You’ll be lucky to find a good cook.
Jared- Dude, I put money he doesn’t find anyone.
The three friends go out to the mall, in search of Cyle’s dream girl. When they arrive at the mall, Cyle rushes up to everyone woman in sight in the parking lot. Finally, they enter the mall, Ciprian and Jared can already feel there guts are ready to bust.
Cyle- I think the first place we’ll check is Finish Line. Finish Line always has young fit women shopping.
Ciprian- This should be good.
Jared- Dude, he is going to get beat up by a chick today.
Ciprian- I wouldn’t doubt it dude, haha.
Cyle- Running up to the first girl he sees in Finish Line, grabs her hand and gets to a knee. My fair lady, thou hast been created by an angel. For no one this beautiful can possibly have been made another way.
Ciprian- Dude, does he see the chick that he is talking to?
Jared- I think all this chivalric crap has gone to his head. I told you we should of burned his books and danced around them like Indians.
Ciprian- Haha, I just thought he liked reading the books man, never did I think that he was going to go get all chivalric with some girl at Finish Line.
Cyle- Still going on attempting to win this lady over with his eloquent tongue. My lady, be mine and I will vow to love you with a burning desire, like the utmost intensity of the sun.
Girl- As long as we go get some pizza.
Cyle- Then it is settled, we shall have our romantic pizza dinner, and live happily ever after, growing old together, and loving one another until death do us part.
Girl- Sure, can we just go get some pizza.
Cyle- Right away my lady.
Ciprian and Jared see Cyle walking out of finish line with locked arms of the girl. Instantly there jaws drop to the ground when they see Cyle holding hands with the girl.
Cyle- Well, as you can clearly see, I have found the girl of my dreams. Now we are off to a romantic pizza feast.
Ciprian- Dude, does he not have eyes? That chick is no chick, she is an old lady. Does that even classify as a girl anymore?
Jared- Haha, dude I don’t even bother asking him anymore.
Ciprian- Want to go get something to eat?
Jared- Yah dude, this has been a very stomach draining day.
Ciprian and Jared went to get something to eat, and Cyle ended up marrying the old lady he met in Finish Line. They all lived happily ever after.
THE END
Ciprian- Hey dude, come over here for a minute. You’ve got to check Cyle out, he is acting pretty weird dude.
Jared- What are you talking about dude?
Ciprian- I am talking about Cyle, acting like he is going to find his perfect girl in a day.
Jared- Haha, dude lets tag along and see what comes out of this.
Cyle- I am going to find the most amazing girl in the world today, she is going to be smart, beautiful, athletic, and a good cook.
Ciprian- Dude, such a female doesn’t exist. You’ll be lucky to find a good cook.
Jared- Dude, I put money he doesn’t find anyone.
The three friends go out to the mall, in search of Cyle’s dream girl. When they arrive at the mall, Cyle rushes up to everyone woman in sight in the parking lot. Finally, they enter the mall, Ciprian and Jared can already feel there guts are ready to bust.
Cyle- I think the first place we’ll check is Finish Line. Finish Line always has young fit women shopping.
Ciprian- This should be good.
Jared- Dude, he is going to get beat up by a chick today.
Ciprian- I wouldn’t doubt it dude, haha.
Cyle- Running up to the first girl he sees in Finish Line, grabs her hand and gets to a knee. My fair lady, thou hast been created by an angel. For no one this beautiful can possibly have been made another way.
Ciprian- Dude, does he see the chick that he is talking to?
Jared- I think all this chivalric crap has gone to his head. I told you we should of burned his books and danced around them like Indians.
Ciprian- Haha, I just thought he liked reading the books man, never did I think that he was going to go get all chivalric with some girl at Finish Line.
Cyle- Still going on attempting to win this lady over with his eloquent tongue. My lady, be mine and I will vow to love you with a burning desire, like the utmost intensity of the sun.
Girl- As long as we go get some pizza.
Cyle- Then it is settled, we shall have our romantic pizza dinner, and live happily ever after, growing old together, and loving one another until death do us part.
Girl- Sure, can we just go get some pizza.
Cyle- Right away my lady.
Ciprian and Jared see Cyle walking out of finish line with locked arms of the girl. Instantly there jaws drop to the ground when they see Cyle holding hands with the girl.
Cyle- Well, as you can clearly see, I have found the girl of my dreams. Now we are off to a romantic pizza feast.
Ciprian- Dude, does he not have eyes? That chick is no chick, she is an old lady. Does that even classify as a girl anymore?
Jared- Haha, dude I don’t even bother asking him anymore.
Ciprian- Want to go get something to eat?
Jared- Yah dude, this has been a very stomach draining day.
Ciprian and Jared went to get something to eat, and Cyle ended up marrying the old lady he met in Finish Line. They all lived happily ever after.
THE END
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Ross' Romance Chapter
Sir Wilhelm limped into the clearing, he hobbled over to a large oak tree and slowly lowered himself to the ground. He stretched his sore, stiff body out over the grass and rested his head against the rough bark. As he gazed into the star-filled sky, he recounted the events of the day.
He remembered seeing the family of travelers tied up, in the center of the bandits camp. The terrified looks on their faces as the thieves talked of what they should do to them. He remembered suddenly charging into the camp, sword drawn, filled with rage, as the startled robbers grabbed their swords and charged toward him. There must have been fifteen of them. With the strength of a giant, he had fought and killed every one of them.
As he lay there, Sir Wilhelm tallied his wounds. He had a deep gouge in his left leg, a large cut above his eye, and an ugly gash along his jaw, along with numerous other small scrapes and bruises. As he counted them, he did not feel remorse for his injuries, rather he felt proud of every one of them, as if they were trophies.
Looking up at the stars, Sir Wilhelm dreamed of his royal lady, far away in her stone castle. He wondered what she would think when she heard the news of his heroic feat. Would she admire his courage? Would she maybe right to him and congratulate him? Or maybe she would disapprove. Maybe it was wrong to take the lives of fifteen men, bandits though they may be, in order to save only a family of four. Overwhelmed by these thoughts, Sir Wilhelm drifted of into a deep sleep.
He remembered seeing the family of travelers tied up, in the center of the bandits camp. The terrified looks on their faces as the thieves talked of what they should do to them. He remembered suddenly charging into the camp, sword drawn, filled with rage, as the startled robbers grabbed their swords and charged toward him. There must have been fifteen of them. With the strength of a giant, he had fought and killed every one of them.
As he lay there, Sir Wilhelm tallied his wounds. He had a deep gouge in his left leg, a large cut above his eye, and an ugly gash along his jaw, along with numerous other small scrapes and bruises. As he counted them, he did not feel remorse for his injuries, rather he felt proud of every one of them, as if they were trophies.
Looking up at the stars, Sir Wilhelm dreamed of his royal lady, far away in her stone castle. He wondered what she would think when she heard the news of his heroic feat. Would she admire his courage? Would she maybe right to him and congratulate him? Or maybe she would disapprove. Maybe it was wrong to take the lives of fifteen men, bandits though they may be, in order to save only a family of four. Overwhelmed by these thoughts, Sir Wilhelm drifted of into a deep sleep.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Stefan's Romance Chapter
The Story of Sir Phil- Romance Novel Chapter.
Sir Phil of Punxsutawney was a knight of the utmost respect, honor, and chivalry. Loved by all in his land he was revered as the ultimate man. One thing that man did not possess though was a true love. Aware of this missing necessity to have the perfect woman by his side, he set on a quest to find such a love, to find a woman that was as much a woman as he was a man. And so he set out on this quest to search the length and breadth of Pennsylvania to find the woman that already possessed his heart.
Coming up the one of many hills outside kingdom he noticed a castle at the top. Riding his glorious stallion as fast as the water pours out of the sky during the summer rains, he charged up the hill to the fortress where his beauty awaited his presence! Arriving at the home sword drawn he noticed something peculiar about the walls that parted him from his future of happiness.
When he rode closer he saw that they were made from old car parts, satellite dishes, bathtubs, rope, plywood, McDonalds wrappers, tin cans and even road kill. Startled at the ingeniously crafted but very peculiar structure he called at the top of his voice in the deepest tone he could muster from his inwards, “Fine lady, it is I Sir phil of Punxsutawney who has come to take you to be my wife!” Awaiting the soft tone of his beautiful bride all he received was silence. Nothing but the wind blowing over the well-crafted structure answered his call.
Peering up at the sun, which shone through mufflers and raccoon bones, Sir Phil began to do what he had never done before. After exhaling softly he began to cry, not for himself but the lady who was meant to be but never was. Sobbing in his hands he felt the presence of something gigantic behind him and then noticed the shadow of something huge and hairy! Just then he heard a sound he never heard before, a gunshot, blasting something behind him! Looking back a gigantic bear stood baffled with a bullet hole in the head. Backwards it fell creating a depression in the earth.
In shock and amazed Sir Phil turned to peer up at the massive walls and was surprised to see a figure standing before him. Elegant and beautiful a lady dressed in white held a shotgun in her right hand. “Nearly had you didn’t he” she commented softly. “Why yes he did my fair lady, and now I see it was me who needed rescuing, not you” he replied. “Right you are sir, now come help me hoist this beast into my castle, we’ll need fresh meat for our wedding, won’t we” she said. “Yes we will” he answered softly.”
Sir Phil found his love and lost his ego all in one shot. And so the two got married and dare I say, lived happily ever after.
Sir Phil of Punxsutawney was a knight of the utmost respect, honor, and chivalry. Loved by all in his land he was revered as the ultimate man. One thing that man did not possess though was a true love. Aware of this missing necessity to have the perfect woman by his side, he set on a quest to find such a love, to find a woman that was as much a woman as he was a man. And so he set out on this quest to search the length and breadth of Pennsylvania to find the woman that already possessed his heart.
Coming up the one of many hills outside kingdom he noticed a castle at the top. Riding his glorious stallion as fast as the water pours out of the sky during the summer rains, he charged up the hill to the fortress where his beauty awaited his presence! Arriving at the home sword drawn he noticed something peculiar about the walls that parted him from his future of happiness.
When he rode closer he saw that they were made from old car parts, satellite dishes, bathtubs, rope, plywood, McDonalds wrappers, tin cans and even road kill. Startled at the ingeniously crafted but very peculiar structure he called at the top of his voice in the deepest tone he could muster from his inwards, “Fine lady, it is I Sir phil of Punxsutawney who has come to take you to be my wife!” Awaiting the soft tone of his beautiful bride all he received was silence. Nothing but the wind blowing over the well-crafted structure answered his call.
Peering up at the sun, which shone through mufflers and raccoon bones, Sir Phil began to do what he had never done before. After exhaling softly he began to cry, not for himself but the lady who was meant to be but never was. Sobbing in his hands he felt the presence of something gigantic behind him and then noticed the shadow of something huge and hairy! Just then he heard a sound he never heard before, a gunshot, blasting something behind him! Looking back a gigantic bear stood baffled with a bullet hole in the head. Backwards it fell creating a depression in the earth.
In shock and amazed Sir Phil turned to peer up at the massive walls and was surprised to see a figure standing before him. Elegant and beautiful a lady dressed in white held a shotgun in her right hand. “Nearly had you didn’t he” she commented softly. “Why yes he did my fair lady, and now I see it was me who needed rescuing, not you” he replied. “Right you are sir, now come help me hoist this beast into my castle, we’ll need fresh meat for our wedding, won’t we” she said. “Yes we will” he answered softly.”
Sir Phil found his love and lost his ego all in one shot. And so the two got married and dare I say, lived happily ever after.
Leanndra's Romance Chapter
John Brockman was a well known knight in his town of Manshsterville Iowa. He was usually always keen sensed and he never lost a battle. He stood about seven feet five inches tall. He had a long, scraggly, and course beard. His hair is red like fire and curled like cork screw pasta.
People in the town started to notice a difference in John’s behavior almost immediately. Everyone started to talk about it. The people in the town questioned Henry Masdiff the most because he was John’s squire. But he told them nothing every time. John was lucky to have such a trustworthy squire. At least that is what John himself believed.
The reason John was so troubled lately is because he recently fell in love with the woman of his dreams. He only had a chance to speak with her briefly because she had a prior engagement to attend to. He was still left wondering if she felt the same way. The young maidens name was Esmerellda. Soon they fell in love and were found at each other’s side almost all day everyday. John was finally happy he decided he would ask Esmerellda to marry him in two weeks. That would allow him enough time to purchase the ring.
Things took a sudden unexpected change in their relationship. That following week Esmerellda was too busy to spend even an hour with John. Not to mention Henry was no where to be seen. As the days passed be began to grow suspicious of Henry. He caught him arriving home in the middle of the night. This was something Henry never did before.
Rather than confronting him John decided to wait and follow him the following night. Sure enough that next night John heard Henry leaving. He quickly followed him. Much to his surprise he saw him meeting his love Esmerellda. He was muffled. Then they started kissing. He was mortified. He couldn’t believe that Henry betrayed him.
John was so angry he did something a little crazy. He put poison into Henry’s meal the next evening. Then if anyone asked him he would say he does not know what happened and he told the town coroner that he died from seizures. They left it at that. Of course Esmerellda went back to John for comfort. A week later they were married. From that day on no one spoke of Henry and he was forgotten.
People in the town started to notice a difference in John’s behavior almost immediately. Everyone started to talk about it. The people in the town questioned Henry Masdiff the most because he was John’s squire. But he told them nothing every time. John was lucky to have such a trustworthy squire. At least that is what John himself believed.
The reason John was so troubled lately is because he recently fell in love with the woman of his dreams. He only had a chance to speak with her briefly because she had a prior engagement to attend to. He was still left wondering if she felt the same way. The young maidens name was Esmerellda. Soon they fell in love and were found at each other’s side almost all day everyday. John was finally happy he decided he would ask Esmerellda to marry him in two weeks. That would allow him enough time to purchase the ring.
Things took a sudden unexpected change in their relationship. That following week Esmerellda was too busy to spend even an hour with John. Not to mention Henry was no where to be seen. As the days passed be began to grow suspicious of Henry. He caught him arriving home in the middle of the night. This was something Henry never did before.
Rather than confronting him John decided to wait and follow him the following night. Sure enough that next night John heard Henry leaving. He quickly followed him. Much to his surprise he saw him meeting his love Esmerellda. He was muffled. Then they started kissing. He was mortified. He couldn’t believe that Henry betrayed him.
John was so angry he did something a little crazy. He put poison into Henry’s meal the next evening. Then if anyone asked him he would say he does not know what happened and he told the town coroner that he died from seizures. They left it at that. Of course Esmerellda went back to John for comfort. A week later they were married. From that day on no one spoke of Henry and he was forgotten.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Mary's Romance Chapter
Romance Novel Chapter
She wasn’t the princess that was fit for a knight in shining armor, but to him this peasant girl was the most beautiful woman he’d ever known. She even looked stunning in her rags for clothes. She wasn’t prisoner in a castle guarded by a fierce dragon or army; like most of his fellow knights fought for. She was a prisoner to her life style, always doing what she’s told and cleaning this and fetching that.
To see this woman of such beauty carry out these tasks for such filthy and brutal masters burnt him up inside. He must find a way to save her and make her his own. She would be his lady he would come home to after fighting a great battle. She would be the keeper of his home and mother to his future children. He needed to make a battle plan; she was under the ownership of one of the most powerful lords in the land.
He couldn’t simply buy her, to him she was priceless. In order to save his fair lady he would have to battle who ever the lord saw fit to dual. Once he was set on this plan he took the long journey to the woman’s master’s home. He laid down his offer to the lord and told him to choose any man he saw fit to fight for this beauty. He began vigorously training and pushing himself.
Even though he was a knight and had fought many battles in his day and saved many damsels in distress; this would be the most important battle of all. He watched his future lady from a distance while resting between preparing for his dual. Still he did not know who his battle enemy would be, but he knew that no matter what the size or strength of the man, his love for this woman would be strong enough to beat him.
Weeks went by and his fair lady only grew more beautiful as the day came closer to his dual. When finally the day came, all the people of the land came to see. The knight stood in the ring of sand with thousands of chanting men of all social classes surrounding him. He was anxious, his palms were sweaty and he worried of his sword slipping while he was defeating his opponent. Sweat streamed down his face as the hot sun beat down, but the sight of the beautiful peasant girl far in the stands reminded him of his strength and what he has to do to be with her.
She wasn’t the princess that was fit for a knight in shining armor, but to him this peasant girl was the most beautiful woman he’d ever known. She even looked stunning in her rags for clothes. She wasn’t prisoner in a castle guarded by a fierce dragon or army; like most of his fellow knights fought for. She was a prisoner to her life style, always doing what she’s told and cleaning this and fetching that.
To see this woman of such beauty carry out these tasks for such filthy and brutal masters burnt him up inside. He must find a way to save her and make her his own. She would be his lady he would come home to after fighting a great battle. She would be the keeper of his home and mother to his future children. He needed to make a battle plan; she was under the ownership of one of the most powerful lords in the land.
He couldn’t simply buy her, to him she was priceless. In order to save his fair lady he would have to battle who ever the lord saw fit to dual. Once he was set on this plan he took the long journey to the woman’s master’s home. He laid down his offer to the lord and told him to choose any man he saw fit to fight for this beauty. He began vigorously training and pushing himself.
Even though he was a knight and had fought many battles in his day and saved many damsels in distress; this would be the most important battle of all. He watched his future lady from a distance while resting between preparing for his dual. Still he did not know who his battle enemy would be, but he knew that no matter what the size or strength of the man, his love for this woman would be strong enough to beat him.
Weeks went by and his fair lady only grew more beautiful as the day came closer to his dual. When finally the day came, all the people of the land came to see. The knight stood in the ring of sand with thousands of chanting men of all social classes surrounding him. He was anxious, his palms were sweaty and he worried of his sword slipping while he was defeating his opponent. Sweat streamed down his face as the hot sun beat down, but the sight of the beautiful peasant girl far in the stands reminded him of his strength and what he has to do to be with her.
Taryn's Romance Chapter
Sun rose high in the afternoon sky, a young lad by the name of Gair, a name meaning small, odd for a lad standing of over six feet tall, worked in the fields outside the home his family rented from a noble knight and his family. His name was given to him by the knight, who had proclaimed that he name the first son born unto his parents.
Gair looked across the fields to the humble home he shared with his parents, six brothers, and two sisters, he tried to think what it would be like to be able make some grander life for them all; and as he thought the noble knight Sir Ard-Greimne appeared, riding his valiant steady upon the dusty road, probably to collect tax money his parents really did not have to spare.
Then it struck him, a knight! That’s it! He would become a knight and change his family lives forever more! Once noble, his family would be rich and would never go hungry again. As he was jumping up and down and shouting with revelation, Sir Ard-Greimne rode by him spraying him with pebbles and dust, Gair coughed and sputtered but didn’t care, he knew what he had to do; if was the last thing he did, he would make his family noble and be rid of Sir Ard-Greimne once and for all! The man was anything but noble, in fact Gair hoped he choked oh his fancy food one day, then maybe he’d relies how precious life was.
That night as his family slept Gair laid awake planning his rise to fame, he would need a new name, a horse, a name for that horse, a lady love, he already had one in mind, armor, and sword. He knew where to find the suit of armor and sword, his father had one from the war he had been forced to fight for the English, it was one of the things they had let him keep. He rose from his bed and went to remove it from its hiding place in the stable. As the night waned he cleaned and polished the armor till it shined, or at least it shined as much as rusty armor could, from years of neglect the armor was as rusty as a well bucket, but the sword looked brand new, that was good enough for him.
Next on his quest was to find a fine stead to carry him where ever he fancied, he knew this job would not be easy, for he would have to steal this fine stead from someone else, for he had no money in which to buy one. He knew it was not a very noble thing to do but what could he do with no horse, nothing! Absolutely nothing! So the next night he snuck out of the house and went on a search. He decided his best bet was to travel to one of the knight’s homes and steal a horse from them, they would have plenty to spare and would not miss one of many.
Finally he came upon a fancy home, surrounded by a great stone wall and its only entrance appeared to be an iron gate. Gair climbed up onto to the gate, as he tried to swing over, he ended up flat on his face on the other side with a big oomph! He slowly rose on to his knees, shook his head and looked around, realizing what he was doing again, he quickly hide among the bushes. He peeked out and looked around, seeing the area clear, he took off for the stable, all the while thinking this knight must be brainless not to have guards anywhere. Once at the stable entrance he found the door ajar, he peered in a saw a young maiden standing in the middle aisle talking sweetly to one of the valiant steeds. He stood and stared, he could not take his eyes from her, she was gorgeous, and her voice so soft. Unfortunately during this process of star stuckness he failed to notice a guard sneaking up behind him, the guard grabbed him from behind and a scuffle began. With Gair being taller and slighter then the guard, he was able to slide from his grasp, he ran into the stable slamming then door in guards face. He leaned against the door, he could hear the guard shouting for help and feel the door rattling with each bang as the guard threw himself against the door, he turned pick a horse to use for escape and as his new fine stead, and was struck in the head with something really hard.
When he came too the young maiden stood over him, shovel in hand, “why’d thee hit me, I meant thee no harm,” he asked rubbing his the sore spot on his head.
She said unto him, “Thee is a stranger and I am not to be out here at night”, then muttering under her breath, “or at anytime for that matter”. Then louder again, “I am a Lady Kathleen daughter of Sir Brian of Ireland.” “Who is thee?”
“I am Sir Ailin of Ireland as well.” he said quickly.
“If thee is a lord why is thee sneaking around at this hour, and on our property?” she asked.
“I lost my trusty stead, I am looking for him.” he said while slowly standing up.
“Well yull not find ‘em here, all these horse belong to my Da.” she proclaimed while slowly backing away until she hit the stall wall. “If thee wished to find thy horse thee should have waited until morning and asked to look around.” “And if thee is such a lord why is thee dressed so?” “Nay you cana be a lord a’tall.” “Thy is a commoner looking to steal, aren’t thee?” she said waving the shovel around.
“Nay, I am no commoner, but thee is right about stealin’ though. I came to steal a fine stead in hopes of restoring my title. For my title, riches, and stead were taken for me when I came from Ireland, but a year ago. I cana live like this anymore. That is why I have come.” he said.
“Then be gone. Leave before they break through the door and hang thee for trespassing and threat of stealin.” she said.
“I shall, but I will never make it back to the gate without being caught without a fine stead. May I please take one, surely your Da has no need for all of them.” he said.
“Nay. Many are just left here in their stalls all the time.” She was thoughtful for a moment. “I know which one thee can have! He never uses him or at least he hasn’t since I was young. He is still strong and will serve thee well. Follow me.” she replied.
The guards were now close to being through the stable doors. “We must move in haste.” she said. “All his tack is there quickly fetch it.” He did her bidding then they quick saddled the horse together. Once mounted he turned to her and said, “Thee is the most wondrous lady I have ever known. I ask thee to be my lady love. I shall one day return and claim thee as my own, for evermore.” Before she could reply the guards burst through the door and Gair, I mean Sir Ailin, rode off into the predawn light.
Gair looked across the fields to the humble home he shared with his parents, six brothers, and two sisters, he tried to think what it would be like to be able make some grander life for them all; and as he thought the noble knight Sir Ard-Greimne appeared, riding his valiant steady upon the dusty road, probably to collect tax money his parents really did not have to spare.
Then it struck him, a knight! That’s it! He would become a knight and change his family lives forever more! Once noble, his family would be rich and would never go hungry again. As he was jumping up and down and shouting with revelation, Sir Ard-Greimne rode by him spraying him with pebbles and dust, Gair coughed and sputtered but didn’t care, he knew what he had to do; if was the last thing he did, he would make his family noble and be rid of Sir Ard-Greimne once and for all! The man was anything but noble, in fact Gair hoped he choked oh his fancy food one day, then maybe he’d relies how precious life was.
That night as his family slept Gair laid awake planning his rise to fame, he would need a new name, a horse, a name for that horse, a lady love, he already had one in mind, armor, and sword. He knew where to find the suit of armor and sword, his father had one from the war he had been forced to fight for the English, it was one of the things they had let him keep. He rose from his bed and went to remove it from its hiding place in the stable. As the night waned he cleaned and polished the armor till it shined, or at least it shined as much as rusty armor could, from years of neglect the armor was as rusty as a well bucket, but the sword looked brand new, that was good enough for him.
Next on his quest was to find a fine stead to carry him where ever he fancied, he knew this job would not be easy, for he would have to steal this fine stead from someone else, for he had no money in which to buy one. He knew it was not a very noble thing to do but what could he do with no horse, nothing! Absolutely nothing! So the next night he snuck out of the house and went on a search. He decided his best bet was to travel to one of the knight’s homes and steal a horse from them, they would have plenty to spare and would not miss one of many.
Finally he came upon a fancy home, surrounded by a great stone wall and its only entrance appeared to be an iron gate. Gair climbed up onto to the gate, as he tried to swing over, he ended up flat on his face on the other side with a big oomph! He slowly rose on to his knees, shook his head and looked around, realizing what he was doing again, he quickly hide among the bushes. He peeked out and looked around, seeing the area clear, he took off for the stable, all the while thinking this knight must be brainless not to have guards anywhere. Once at the stable entrance he found the door ajar, he peered in a saw a young maiden standing in the middle aisle talking sweetly to one of the valiant steeds. He stood and stared, he could not take his eyes from her, she was gorgeous, and her voice so soft. Unfortunately during this process of star stuckness he failed to notice a guard sneaking up behind him, the guard grabbed him from behind and a scuffle began. With Gair being taller and slighter then the guard, he was able to slide from his grasp, he ran into the stable slamming then door in guards face. He leaned against the door, he could hear the guard shouting for help and feel the door rattling with each bang as the guard threw himself against the door, he turned pick a horse to use for escape and as his new fine stead, and was struck in the head with something really hard.
When he came too the young maiden stood over him, shovel in hand, “why’d thee hit me, I meant thee no harm,” he asked rubbing his the sore spot on his head.
She said unto him, “Thee is a stranger and I am not to be out here at night”, then muttering under her breath, “or at anytime for that matter”. Then louder again, “I am a Lady Kathleen daughter of Sir Brian of Ireland.” “Who is thee?”
“I am Sir Ailin of Ireland as well.” he said quickly.
“If thee is a lord why is thee sneaking around at this hour, and on our property?” she asked.
“I lost my trusty stead, I am looking for him.” he said while slowly standing up.
“Well yull not find ‘em here, all these horse belong to my Da.” she proclaimed while slowly backing away until she hit the stall wall. “If thee wished to find thy horse thee should have waited until morning and asked to look around.” “And if thee is such a lord why is thee dressed so?” “Nay you cana be a lord a’tall.” “Thy is a commoner looking to steal, aren’t thee?” she said waving the shovel around.
“Nay, I am no commoner, but thee is right about stealin’ though. I came to steal a fine stead in hopes of restoring my title. For my title, riches, and stead were taken for me when I came from Ireland, but a year ago. I cana live like this anymore. That is why I have come.” he said.
“Then be gone. Leave before they break through the door and hang thee for trespassing and threat of stealin.” she said.
“I shall, but I will never make it back to the gate without being caught without a fine stead. May I please take one, surely your Da has no need for all of them.” he said.
“Nay. Many are just left here in their stalls all the time.” She was thoughtful for a moment. “I know which one thee can have! He never uses him or at least he hasn’t since I was young. He is still strong and will serve thee well. Follow me.” she replied.
The guards were now close to being through the stable doors. “We must move in haste.” she said. “All his tack is there quickly fetch it.” He did her bidding then they quick saddled the horse together. Once mounted he turned to her and said, “Thee is the most wondrous lady I have ever known. I ask thee to be my lady love. I shall one day return and claim thee as my own, for evermore.” Before she could reply the guards burst through the door and Gair, I mean Sir Ailin, rode off into the predawn light.
Melody's Romance Chapter
Somewhere in La Paz there lived a village of peasants. In this village there lived two neighbors, the Gonzales and Flores families. The Gonzales’ had a boy, Amancio, who was six. The Flores’ had a boy, Felipe, who was seven and a girl, Rosita, who was five. Since the two boys were fairly close in age, they spent time together. They imagined going on quests, killing evil giants, and rescuing beautiful damsels. Amancio did not know that he would do such knightly acts when he grew up.
When Felipe was nine, he got sick. After suffering of months, he died. Needless to say, this put the whole family in shock. Since the Gonzales and Flores families were such good friends, the Gonzales’ helped them with the grief. Through this experience, Amancio took over a lot of the older brother duties for Rosita. They got to know each other better and became the best of friends. They spent time together and shared many fond memories. He made sure that nothing happened to her and took her personal safety in his care.
As Rosita grew in age, she also grew in beauty. Soon other boys her age started to take notice of her. Amancio took the matter into his own hands by scaring the other boys off. After scaring off numerous boys, Amancio took a step back and looked at Rosita. He could see that the girl that was his best friend was becoming a beautiful woman. About this time, life again got tough for the Flores’ as the father lost his job. They were struggling with finances and whether the family could be supported. A solution then seemed to arise. Amancio offered to go on a quest for land for the family. Secretly, he longed to come back and marry Rosita when he had the resources to provide for her. He did not tell anyone this, though, because he was a considerate man. He wished not to give her family false hope without knowing that he could provide for her. So Amancio said goodbye to his family and Rosita and headed off on his quest.
A couple months after Amancio left, a man named Bruno came along. He found out about Rosita’s situation and asked the family for Rosita’s hand in marriage. Since the family had no idea about Amancio’s love for Rosita and wanted Rosita to be well taken care of, they agreed. Rosita was wary about marrying this man, since she did not know him enough to love him, but she did not have any say in the matter. Rosita was right to be wary for this man for he was an evil and vile man. He went around the countryside marrying pretty woman and stealing what little possessions their families had.
A week before the marriage date, Amancio returned. He had been successful on his quest and had acquired land and an offer to be a squire to a wealthy man. This man had seen his persistence and heard Amancio tell him about his love for Rosita. This convinced the wealthy man that even though Amancio was not of noble birth, he had the qualities of a knight. On hearing about the wedding, Amancio was devastated. The love of his life was pledged to marry a man in a week’s time. Being the noble man that he was, he put aside his feelings and gave them his best wishes.
The next day, Amancio was out in the city when he overheard two men talking. They were talking about Rosita’s betrothed. They talked about his infidelity and how he was not of noble birth. They said that all his riches were gained from others’ loss. Not wanting to base his actions off of gossip, he checked around. After hearing the same story from multiple people, he decided it was time for action. First, he went to Rosita’s father and told him the truth about Bruno. Rosita’s father then suggested a plan. Amancio laughed and heartily agreed.
Right outside of La Paz there were windmills. Amancio asked to talk to Bruno and they walked towards the windmills. Amancio confronted Bruno and told him that he knew all about what he had done. Bruno then assaulted Amancio. Amancio, being prepared, pulled out his sword. The two proceeded to fight, getting closer and closer to the windmills. The wind started to blow and the arms of the windmills began to move. Amancio dashed behind a windmill and Bruno lunged at him without thinking. The windmill picked Bruno up as he clung onto his sword. It carried him around and around until Bruno passed out. Amancio carried Bruno back to the village and turned him into the appropriate authorities. Rosita, hearing on what had happened, ran to Amancio’s house. She found Amancio and hugged him tightly. “Amancio, you’ve saved my life!” Rosita whispered as a tear slid down her cheek.
Amancio asked Rosita’s father for her hand in marriage and he joyfully agreed. Amancio and Rosita got married and moved on the land that Amancio acquired. Amancio accepted the offer to become a squire to the wealthy man. He earned enough wealth to provide for Rosita, although her greatest joy was being married to him.
When Felipe was nine, he got sick. After suffering of months, he died. Needless to say, this put the whole family in shock. Since the Gonzales and Flores families were such good friends, the Gonzales’ helped them with the grief. Through this experience, Amancio took over a lot of the older brother duties for Rosita. They got to know each other better and became the best of friends. They spent time together and shared many fond memories. He made sure that nothing happened to her and took her personal safety in his care.
As Rosita grew in age, she also grew in beauty. Soon other boys her age started to take notice of her. Amancio took the matter into his own hands by scaring the other boys off. After scaring off numerous boys, Amancio took a step back and looked at Rosita. He could see that the girl that was his best friend was becoming a beautiful woman. About this time, life again got tough for the Flores’ as the father lost his job. They were struggling with finances and whether the family could be supported. A solution then seemed to arise. Amancio offered to go on a quest for land for the family. Secretly, he longed to come back and marry Rosita when he had the resources to provide for her. He did not tell anyone this, though, because he was a considerate man. He wished not to give her family false hope without knowing that he could provide for her. So Amancio said goodbye to his family and Rosita and headed off on his quest.
A couple months after Amancio left, a man named Bruno came along. He found out about Rosita’s situation and asked the family for Rosita’s hand in marriage. Since the family had no idea about Amancio’s love for Rosita and wanted Rosita to be well taken care of, they agreed. Rosita was wary about marrying this man, since she did not know him enough to love him, but she did not have any say in the matter. Rosita was right to be wary for this man for he was an evil and vile man. He went around the countryside marrying pretty woman and stealing what little possessions their families had.
A week before the marriage date, Amancio returned. He had been successful on his quest and had acquired land and an offer to be a squire to a wealthy man. This man had seen his persistence and heard Amancio tell him about his love for Rosita. This convinced the wealthy man that even though Amancio was not of noble birth, he had the qualities of a knight. On hearing about the wedding, Amancio was devastated. The love of his life was pledged to marry a man in a week’s time. Being the noble man that he was, he put aside his feelings and gave them his best wishes.
The next day, Amancio was out in the city when he overheard two men talking. They were talking about Rosita’s betrothed. They talked about his infidelity and how he was not of noble birth. They said that all his riches were gained from others’ loss. Not wanting to base his actions off of gossip, he checked around. After hearing the same story from multiple people, he decided it was time for action. First, he went to Rosita’s father and told him the truth about Bruno. Rosita’s father then suggested a plan. Amancio laughed and heartily agreed.
Right outside of La Paz there were windmills. Amancio asked to talk to Bruno and they walked towards the windmills. Amancio confronted Bruno and told him that he knew all about what he had done. Bruno then assaulted Amancio. Amancio, being prepared, pulled out his sword. The two proceeded to fight, getting closer and closer to the windmills. The wind started to blow and the arms of the windmills began to move. Amancio dashed behind a windmill and Bruno lunged at him without thinking. The windmill picked Bruno up as he clung onto his sword. It carried him around and around until Bruno passed out. Amancio carried Bruno back to the village and turned him into the appropriate authorities. Rosita, hearing on what had happened, ran to Amancio’s house. She found Amancio and hugged him tightly. “Amancio, you’ve saved my life!” Rosita whispered as a tear slid down her cheek.
Amancio asked Rosita’s father for her hand in marriage and he joyfully agreed. Amancio and Rosita got married and moved on the land that Amancio acquired. Amancio accepted the offer to become a squire to the wealthy man. He earned enough wealth to provide for Rosita, although her greatest joy was being married to him.
Shea's Romance Chapter
Tomorrow would be their 2nd anniversary of dating. William and Ameryese had a relationship that was like none other, they had started off as friends and in time their friendship turned into a relationship. William was ready to pop the big question but he wanted to make the moment special and unforgettable. To start he would ask Ameryese tomorrow on their anniversary. William went down to the lake where he liked to go when he needed to think. It was a place to find answers. William watch a group of children making a sand castle with a trench that surrounded it. William suddenly had the perfect idea how to propose to Ameryese.
William would hire some men to go down to one of the coves off the ocean and dig trenches in the sand to form the words “Will you Marry Me?” After they were done with the digging then he would have them fill in the trench will seashells to make it colorful. William could not wait to put his plan into action. He went at once to find some of his guy friends to help him. The next day he waited until closer to the time when the sun would go down, he asked Ameryese if she wanted to go down to the ocean and have a picnic. She did not think of it since this is what they did a lot anyways. The way that the sun would be setting it would shine right on the place where William had his trenches dug. All he had to do was get her to the top of the hill in time so that she could see it when the sun set. After dinner, they made their way upon the hill to sit on a bench there and watch the sun set. At first he thought that Ameryese would miss it because she was talking about something else. However right in the middle of her sentence she stopped, William looked sideways at her and saw her expression of shock then a smile began to form on her lips. Ameryese looked at William and smiled with a glow in her eyes. He knew the answer but she had yet to voice it. After a few seconds had passed, Ameryese knelt down into the sand and with her perfectly manicured finger she scratched into the sand three letters that would start a long and happy journey with each other. “Yes!”
William would hire some men to go down to one of the coves off the ocean and dig trenches in the sand to form the words “Will you Marry Me?” After they were done with the digging then he would have them fill in the trench will seashells to make it colorful. William could not wait to put his plan into action. He went at once to find some of his guy friends to help him. The next day he waited until closer to the time when the sun would go down, he asked Ameryese if she wanted to go down to the ocean and have a picnic. She did not think of it since this is what they did a lot anyways. The way that the sun would be setting it would shine right on the place where William had his trenches dug. All he had to do was get her to the top of the hill in time so that she could see it when the sun set. After dinner, they made their way upon the hill to sit on a bench there and watch the sun set. At first he thought that Ameryese would miss it because she was talking about something else. However right in the middle of her sentence she stopped, William looked sideways at her and saw her expression of shock then a smile began to form on her lips. Ameryese looked at William and smiled with a glow in her eyes. He knew the answer but she had yet to voice it. After a few seconds had passed, Ameryese knelt down into the sand and with her perfectly manicured finger she scratched into the sand three letters that would start a long and happy journey with each other. “Yes!”
Deanna's Romance Chapter
Once upon a time there was a beautiful young woman name Alexis. She was a kind, sweet and loveable person. One day while she was riding her horse name Cherry she spotted a handsome young man standing afar he was about 5’9 with brown hair to about his shoulder and had the most beautiful blue eyes she’d ever seen. Being who she was which was not the shy type she decided to ride her horse over there to start a conversation and try to get to know him better. As she approached him she realized he had a mark on his face this type of mark which was the letters KOD she was familiar with it stood for Knight Of Dark. She instantly became even more attracted to him because she knew he was a knight and could protect her from anything. “Hello there” she said to the gentlemen he turned around and with his deep voice said “Hi thy pretty one my name is Ackubar and you my pretty one?” as her face turned bright red as she was flattered he called her pretty she replied “ my name is Alexis” from there on there conversation blossomed and they spent every minute they could together the only problem was Alexis hadn’t mentioned to her new love that her previous love interest was a knight to who had got took to prison and had recently fled and was no where to be fount. This scared Alexis she knew he would be coming after her to possibly kill her because she didn’t want to be with him and he wouldn’t have it no other way if she couldn’t be with him she wouldn’t be with any one. One day as Alexis and Ackubar rode there horses to a remote location to have a little bit of time alone they noticed a big white horse in the distance behind them, but they decided to pay it no attention. As they got to the location they had been waiting to get to Ackubar got off his horse and begun to help Alexis get off hers when the white horse begun to approach them. “Oh no” Alexis screamed “so you thought u could just leave me my dear and I would be fine with it” the mystery man said “who is this Alexis?” Ackubar said it took her a minute and then the words came out of her mouth “ this is my previous love my dear he wont leave me alone don’t worry my love where no longer as one” Ackubar quickly turned to the gentleman and told he to leave and once the man didn’t move at all so Ackubar begun to take his knife out and so did the other man. “Oh no please don’t fight I do not want to see thy blood shed because of me” Alexis said. As they fought one hit after another the man finally got hit with the sword straight to the chest he fell slowly to the ground he was died and Alexis and Ackubar never had to worry about him again they live happily in there village for the rest of there lives and soon started a family together.
THE END
THE END
Zachary's Romance Chapter
Romantic Novel Chapter
Rich: “Hey Eric, where’s Adam been?”
Brent: “Yeah, he has not come to any of our weekly meetings in months”
Derrick: “Nor has he called me in months, man.”
Rich: “Me either.”
Brent: “Nor me.”
Eric: “Adam is (Eric throws his hands in the air to illustrate what he trying to say) … his head in the clouds. I went to house the other day. Guess what I found?”
Brent: “What?”
Eric: “He let me in the house, took me to his room all the while blabbing on about some new revelation he had discovered. Once in his room, he showed me all the books on his bookshelf. Guess what kind of books they were?”
Rich: “Science Fiction?”
Brent: “History?”
Derrick: “Sappy Romance novels?”
(Eric, Brent, and Rich slap Derrick on the back on the head and called him an idiot, imbecile, and moron.)
Eric: “No! He had medieval book on chivalry, courtly love, knighthood, the Middle Ages and Dragons. Then! Then he started to speak to me about how he was going to open every door for every girl at school in order to impress them with his ‘courtly love.’ Furthermore he was talking as if he was Shakespeare.”
(Hysteric laughter prevailed throughout the room)
Derrick (chuckling): “What he do next?”
Eric: “He took me to the mall and proceeded to show me all the rude and ungentlemanly conduct. (More chuckles) He pointed out this one guy who opened a door for himself but he let it close in the face of this woman carrying a stack of boxes and other things, and she ran into it dumping everything in her hand. Then he said to me, ‘Eric my boy, that is what I speakest of, I whilst show thy how a gentlemen treat a proper woman.’ He walked over to her, helped her pick up her boxes and stuff, helped her carry her stuff, and then opened the door for her so she could walk unhindered. I saw him a few minutes later as they came out of the store, Adam kissed her hand and bowed, probably speaking words of love or something because one moment she had a smile on her face, the next, she slapped him in the face and walked away in a huff.”
(Laughter once again prevailed throughout the room)
Brent: “What is wrong with him?”
Derrick: “What an idiot”
Rich: “Listen up guys, if we don’t do something about this now we may never get the Adam we know and love back.”
Derrick: “True.”
Brent: “What do you suppose we do?
Derrick: “We could tie him up in the closet over there and tickle him until he either stops this madness or wets his pants (laughs hysterically).”
Eric, Brent, Rich (say simultaneously): “No! What are you stupid?” (They smack Derrick with newspapers and magazines)
Brent: “We could steal his books and hide them.”
Rich: “Or we could sell them.”
Eric: “I have an even better idea. We could tie him up in the closet over there and tickle him until he either stops this madness or wets his pants.”
Rich: “Yeah, that’s a good plan.”
Brent: “Couldn’t of thought of a better plan myself”
Derrick (scratches his head): “That’s what I said.”
Eric: “But wait there’s more. Next, we steal all his books on Chivalry, Middles Ages, and Courtly love and burn them in front of him.”
Rich and Brent (simultaneously say): “Good plan when do we start!”
Derrick: (Still scratching his head contemplates how the others liked Eric’s plan and can’t figure out why the others didn’t accept his plan we he said it, but accepted it when Eric said it.)
Eric: “Gather around boys, its time to start planning.” (They group together discuss how they were going to pull it off. Occasionally whacking Derrick on the head for his bird brained ideas.)
Rich: “Hey Eric, where’s Adam been?”
Brent: “Yeah, he has not come to any of our weekly meetings in months”
Derrick: “Nor has he called me in months, man.”
Rich: “Me either.”
Brent: “Nor me.”
Eric: “Adam is (Eric throws his hands in the air to illustrate what he trying to say) … his head in the clouds. I went to house the other day. Guess what I found?”
Brent: “What?”
Eric: “He let me in the house, took me to his room all the while blabbing on about some new revelation he had discovered. Once in his room, he showed me all the books on his bookshelf. Guess what kind of books they were?”
Rich: “Science Fiction?”
Brent: “History?”
Derrick: “Sappy Romance novels?”
(Eric, Brent, and Rich slap Derrick on the back on the head and called him an idiot, imbecile, and moron.)
Eric: “No! He had medieval book on chivalry, courtly love, knighthood, the Middle Ages and Dragons. Then! Then he started to speak to me about how he was going to open every door for every girl at school in order to impress them with his ‘courtly love.’ Furthermore he was talking as if he was Shakespeare.”
(Hysteric laughter prevailed throughout the room)
Derrick (chuckling): “What he do next?”
Eric: “He took me to the mall and proceeded to show me all the rude and ungentlemanly conduct. (More chuckles) He pointed out this one guy who opened a door for himself but he let it close in the face of this woman carrying a stack of boxes and other things, and she ran into it dumping everything in her hand. Then he said to me, ‘Eric my boy, that is what I speakest of, I whilst show thy how a gentlemen treat a proper woman.’ He walked over to her, helped her pick up her boxes and stuff, helped her carry her stuff, and then opened the door for her so she could walk unhindered. I saw him a few minutes later as they came out of the store, Adam kissed her hand and bowed, probably speaking words of love or something because one moment she had a smile on her face, the next, she slapped him in the face and walked away in a huff.”
(Laughter once again prevailed throughout the room)
Brent: “What is wrong with him?”
Derrick: “What an idiot”
Rich: “Listen up guys, if we don’t do something about this now we may never get the Adam we know and love back.”
Derrick: “True.”
Brent: “What do you suppose we do?
Derrick: “We could tie him up in the closet over there and tickle him until he either stops this madness or wets his pants (laughs hysterically).”
Eric, Brent, Rich (say simultaneously): “No! What are you stupid?” (They smack Derrick with newspapers and magazines)
Brent: “We could steal his books and hide them.”
Rich: “Or we could sell them.”
Eric: “I have an even better idea. We could tie him up in the closet over there and tickle him until he either stops this madness or wets his pants.”
Rich: “Yeah, that’s a good plan.”
Brent: “Couldn’t of thought of a better plan myself”
Derrick (scratches his head): “That’s what I said.”
Eric: “But wait there’s more. Next, we steal all his books on Chivalry, Middles Ages, and Courtly love and burn them in front of him.”
Rich and Brent (simultaneously say): “Good plan when do we start!”
Derrick: (Still scratching his head contemplates how the others liked Eric’s plan and can’t figure out why the others didn’t accept his plan we he said it, but accepted it when Eric said it.)
Eric: “Gather around boys, its time to start planning.” (They group together discuss how they were going to pull it off. Occasionally whacking Derrick on the head for his bird brained ideas.)
Hazel's Romance Chapter
Sir Panza
In the castle of King Sarbaro there was a man who worked in the stables of the noblemen. He seemed to have trouble remembering things, so for what he didn’t remember, his mind would make up for him. His name was Amarillo Panza. One night, Panza, while cleaning out the stables, forgot why he was even there. His mind had been failing him a lot recently. Why, it was just last week he was convinced that he was the daughter of a Swedish duchess!
“Who am I?” he pondered for a minute. “Oh, that’s right!” He exclaimed. “I’m a knight!” Pausing again he considered, “but where is my squire?” He thought, and his mind as usual continued filling in the blanks.. “Oh, he was killed by a mighty dragon. I had forgotten,” he said solemnly. “I guess I’ll have to complete my knightly duties alone.” He was filled with new determination. He gathered a broom handle; to be his lance, a metal pail; to serve as his helmet, and lastly saddled up a black horse.
Amarillo rode the horse to the servants entrance of the castle. Coming out just at that moment was a servant from the kitchen. “I say, milord, what is your name?” The servant looked around confused only to find that he and Amarillo were the only two outside at the time. He pointed to himself in confusion. “Yes, what is your name?” The “knight” asked once again.
“Bob,” he stated flatly. He was obviously to taken aback by the man’s strange appearance, behavior, and questions to say much else.
“I see, lord Bob.” Amarillo dismounted his horse, and took a low bow.
“Lord Bob?” Now the servant was completely confused. “I’m no noble, my good sir.”
“Did you not just now exit the castle?” Amarillo asked.
“Well, I did, yes.”
“Then you must be a king!” Amarillo continued bowing.
Lowering his voice to a whisper Bob said, “Th-that just isn’t true, sir!” Waving his hands in disagreement. “Speak no more of this, for if we are heard, we will both be executed for blasphemies against King Sarbaro!”
“Only Kings live in castles!” the self-proclaimed knight explained. Bob tried to interrupt, but was cut off. “Besides, I can tell by your chin and physique, that you are most definitely of royal blood!” Amarillo smiled and kneeled as Bob rubbed at his unshaven chin. “Hail, king Bob!” he shouted.
“Sh! Sh! Sh!” Bob hushed him. “Quiet! Some one will hear!”
“Let it be known to the world for all I care, my king! For I am a knight who is far more chivalrous than any other knight.” Bob’s heart raced, he was beginning to feel his palms sweat with nervousness. “My lord, what shall I do for you? Send me on a quest.”
Bob quickly thought up a lie to save himself and get rid of this insane man! “Take your steed and ride to the north! You’ll know what to do… Go!”
“Gidd’yep, Goldylocks!” the knight shouted to his horse. Determined, the brave Sir Amarillo Panza rode on. He rode for hours before coming upon a large dragon in the middle of a town far from his own, and many people trapped by the dragon’s massive presence.
Thinking quickly, the knight took the pail from his head, and gathered water from a nearby fountain. In a show of courage, he quickly ran at the dragon, splashing his snout with the pail of water. Smoke came from is nose like a campfire that had been freshly put out.
“You foolish man!” cried a woman from nearby.
“What? Woman, I just saved you from certain death!” Amarillo proclaimed.
“Thanks to you our picnic is ruined! This dragon was going to use his breath to cook our bread and pies!” The woman rubbed her forehead in frustration.
Sir Amarillo Panza was banished from the town. He hung his head in shame as he mounted his horse. “Lets go Goldylocks.” he said quietly to his horse.
While heading back to tell his king about his terrible failure, he found a woman sitting by a river. She had long hair the color of the sun’s rays, and eyes the color of a blue jay’s wings. She was the most beautiful thing he had laid eyes on.
“Hello there, fair maiden, what is your name?” Amarillo asked in a soothing tone, as he dismounted his horse. .
As the women looked over the oddly dressed man she said, “I do not think it would be smart of me to tell you.” She spoke with a tone low and rumbling like a bubbling bog. A strange voice, indeed to be coming out of a woman!
“Then I shall address you as Rosella!” He spoke proudly, with a voice of confidence. “And my dear Rosella, you shall be my lady.” He kissed her hand gently, only to receive a slap on both cheeks afterwards. Though her hand appeared graceful and delicate, she hit with the force of a skilled oarsman. “That hurt, my dear Rosella.” He blinked at her, as his eyes filled with tears.
“Rosella isn’t my name!” She cried. “And I don’t even know you!” She gasped.
“I am Sir knight Amarillo Panza… humbly at your service.” He smiled sweetly, though his image was ruined by the bucket on his head, the broom handle at his side.
“You? A knight?” She laughed loudly.
“Do not speak, my dear. For your beauty will only be ruined by it.” He embraced her as though she were his lover. The girl made an irritated face at him. What was he doing? This man was certainly crazy!
“I’m married.” She stated flatly.
“Isn’t it wonderful?” He smiled sweetly. His mind filling in details for him again. “I’m so glad that we did get married after all!” the gasp she made at this statement was not so much from what he said but that he was gripping her tighter and tighter around the waist.
“For us to be able to spend time together like this? Do you not think it great?” He dramatically waved his free hand off to the side as the young maiden struggled against him. “That you, a lowly commoner, would be married to a man of great nobility and strength such as me?” He laughed loudly and with much pride.
The maiden reached for the broomstick at his side, and once she had a good hold on it, she brought it up and struck him on the back of the head. The shock caused him to release her. She struck him twice on the calves, and cursed loudly at him. “Ye, verily, I have been defeated by my own weapon!” He held up his arms in defense, and backed away. “If it is what my dear lady wishes, then I shall leave.”
The woman crossed her arms and tossed the stick at him. “Thank goodness,” she sighed.
“But fear not, my love! I shall return to you one day.” He promised as he tied the broom handle back to his side, and hopped onto his horse. With a wave farewell he was off, thinking only of his fair maiden, Rosella.
On his way back to the kingdom, he found a village in chaos! A well known evil warlock by the name of Vic Mignogna was cackling as he used his magic staff to burn down the houses of the innocent townspeople!
Amarillo mustered up all of his courage; this was going to be one mighty battle. He could possibly die. But if it meant saving these poor people, he had to chance it. It was his duty as a knight.
People ran this way and that way as Sir Amarillo Panza charged with great speed at the evil sorcerer. Flames and ember swayed about in the harsh wind that blew from the mouth of the magician with each powerful laugh, Sir Panza could feel sweat pouring down his brow as the seconds went by in slow motion. Vic Mignogna slowly turned his head, just as our brave knight reached out with his broom stick. Suddenly time began to catch up with itself, as Amarillo struck the warlock on his left temple! The evil magician fell to the ground unconscious. Panza looked about as townspeople began to calm down, realizing that the wizard had been defeated.
“Who has defeated Sir Mingogna!?” cried out a strong farmer in glee. “Sir, was it you? Did you save us?” asked the man, while pointing a think calloused finger towards Amarillo Panza.
Sir Panza would have happily taken the credit… had he remembered who he was. But as it were, he had once again forgotten his identity.
“Not I, sir.” Amarillo said with a simple shake of the head. “I’m just a plain old stable worker.” Nobody in the village had seen their savior, but he was standing amongst them all, now calling himself a commoner! He would never be praised for his heroic acts, nor would he be known as Sir Knight Amarillo Panza ever again.
The End.
In the castle of King Sarbaro there was a man who worked in the stables of the noblemen. He seemed to have trouble remembering things, so for what he didn’t remember, his mind would make up for him. His name was Amarillo Panza. One night, Panza, while cleaning out the stables, forgot why he was even there. His mind had been failing him a lot recently. Why, it was just last week he was convinced that he was the daughter of a Swedish duchess!
“Who am I?” he pondered for a minute. “Oh, that’s right!” He exclaimed. “I’m a knight!” Pausing again he considered, “but where is my squire?” He thought, and his mind as usual continued filling in the blanks.. “Oh, he was killed by a mighty dragon. I had forgotten,” he said solemnly. “I guess I’ll have to complete my knightly duties alone.” He was filled with new determination. He gathered a broom handle; to be his lance, a metal pail; to serve as his helmet, and lastly saddled up a black horse.
Amarillo rode the horse to the servants entrance of the castle. Coming out just at that moment was a servant from the kitchen. “I say, milord, what is your name?” The servant looked around confused only to find that he and Amarillo were the only two outside at the time. He pointed to himself in confusion. “Yes, what is your name?” The “knight” asked once again.
“Bob,” he stated flatly. He was obviously to taken aback by the man’s strange appearance, behavior, and questions to say much else.
“I see, lord Bob.” Amarillo dismounted his horse, and took a low bow.
“Lord Bob?” Now the servant was completely confused. “I’m no noble, my good sir.”
“Did you not just now exit the castle?” Amarillo asked.
“Well, I did, yes.”
“Then you must be a king!” Amarillo continued bowing.
Lowering his voice to a whisper Bob said, “Th-that just isn’t true, sir!” Waving his hands in disagreement. “Speak no more of this, for if we are heard, we will both be executed for blasphemies against King Sarbaro!”
“Only Kings live in castles!” the self-proclaimed knight explained. Bob tried to interrupt, but was cut off. “Besides, I can tell by your chin and physique, that you are most definitely of royal blood!” Amarillo smiled and kneeled as Bob rubbed at his unshaven chin. “Hail, king Bob!” he shouted.
“Sh! Sh! Sh!” Bob hushed him. “Quiet! Some one will hear!”
“Let it be known to the world for all I care, my king! For I am a knight who is far more chivalrous than any other knight.” Bob’s heart raced, he was beginning to feel his palms sweat with nervousness. “My lord, what shall I do for you? Send me on a quest.”
Bob quickly thought up a lie to save himself and get rid of this insane man! “Take your steed and ride to the north! You’ll know what to do… Go!”
“Gidd’yep, Goldylocks!” the knight shouted to his horse. Determined, the brave Sir Amarillo Panza rode on. He rode for hours before coming upon a large dragon in the middle of a town far from his own, and many people trapped by the dragon’s massive presence.
Thinking quickly, the knight took the pail from his head, and gathered water from a nearby fountain. In a show of courage, he quickly ran at the dragon, splashing his snout with the pail of water. Smoke came from is nose like a campfire that had been freshly put out.
“You foolish man!” cried a woman from nearby.
“What? Woman, I just saved you from certain death!” Amarillo proclaimed.
“Thanks to you our picnic is ruined! This dragon was going to use his breath to cook our bread and pies!” The woman rubbed her forehead in frustration.
Sir Amarillo Panza was banished from the town. He hung his head in shame as he mounted his horse. “Lets go Goldylocks.” he said quietly to his horse.
While heading back to tell his king about his terrible failure, he found a woman sitting by a river. She had long hair the color of the sun’s rays, and eyes the color of a blue jay’s wings. She was the most beautiful thing he had laid eyes on.
“Hello there, fair maiden, what is your name?” Amarillo asked in a soothing tone, as he dismounted his horse. .
As the women looked over the oddly dressed man she said, “I do not think it would be smart of me to tell you.” She spoke with a tone low and rumbling like a bubbling bog. A strange voice, indeed to be coming out of a woman!
“Then I shall address you as Rosella!” He spoke proudly, with a voice of confidence. “And my dear Rosella, you shall be my lady.” He kissed her hand gently, only to receive a slap on both cheeks afterwards. Though her hand appeared graceful and delicate, she hit with the force of a skilled oarsman. “That hurt, my dear Rosella.” He blinked at her, as his eyes filled with tears.
“Rosella isn’t my name!” She cried. “And I don’t even know you!” She gasped.
“I am Sir knight Amarillo Panza… humbly at your service.” He smiled sweetly, though his image was ruined by the bucket on his head, the broom handle at his side.
“You? A knight?” She laughed loudly.
“Do not speak, my dear. For your beauty will only be ruined by it.” He embraced her as though she were his lover. The girl made an irritated face at him. What was he doing? This man was certainly crazy!
“I’m married.” She stated flatly.
“Isn’t it wonderful?” He smiled sweetly. His mind filling in details for him again. “I’m so glad that we did get married after all!” the gasp she made at this statement was not so much from what he said but that he was gripping her tighter and tighter around the waist.
“For us to be able to spend time together like this? Do you not think it great?” He dramatically waved his free hand off to the side as the young maiden struggled against him. “That you, a lowly commoner, would be married to a man of great nobility and strength such as me?” He laughed loudly and with much pride.
The maiden reached for the broomstick at his side, and once she had a good hold on it, she brought it up and struck him on the back of the head. The shock caused him to release her. She struck him twice on the calves, and cursed loudly at him. “Ye, verily, I have been defeated by my own weapon!” He held up his arms in defense, and backed away. “If it is what my dear lady wishes, then I shall leave.”
The woman crossed her arms and tossed the stick at him. “Thank goodness,” she sighed.
“But fear not, my love! I shall return to you one day.” He promised as he tied the broom handle back to his side, and hopped onto his horse. With a wave farewell he was off, thinking only of his fair maiden, Rosella.
On his way back to the kingdom, he found a village in chaos! A well known evil warlock by the name of Vic Mignogna was cackling as he used his magic staff to burn down the houses of the innocent townspeople!
Amarillo mustered up all of his courage; this was going to be one mighty battle. He could possibly die. But if it meant saving these poor people, he had to chance it. It was his duty as a knight.
People ran this way and that way as Sir Amarillo Panza charged with great speed at the evil sorcerer. Flames and ember swayed about in the harsh wind that blew from the mouth of the magician with each powerful laugh, Sir Panza could feel sweat pouring down his brow as the seconds went by in slow motion. Vic Mignogna slowly turned his head, just as our brave knight reached out with his broom stick. Suddenly time began to catch up with itself, as Amarillo struck the warlock on his left temple! The evil magician fell to the ground unconscious. Panza looked about as townspeople began to calm down, realizing that the wizard had been defeated.
“Who has defeated Sir Mingogna!?” cried out a strong farmer in glee. “Sir, was it you? Did you save us?” asked the man, while pointing a think calloused finger towards Amarillo Panza.
Sir Panza would have happily taken the credit… had he remembered who he was. But as it were, he had once again forgotten his identity.
“Not I, sir.” Amarillo said with a simple shake of the head. “I’m just a plain old stable worker.” Nobody in the village had seen their savior, but he was standing amongst them all, now calling himself a commoner! He would never be praised for his heroic acts, nor would he be known as Sir Knight Amarillo Panza ever again.
The End.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Jade's Romance Chapter
Happily Ever After
Drudgery. That is the word which describes my life. I wash and hang, cook and clean, prepare the house for visitors that never come, and endure the haughty disapproval of the lady of the house.
The master is always away from his empty, sterile, century and a half year old house, leaving it to the capable (hah!) hands of his wife. The woman has been endowed with such striking beauty that she is always noticed and envied; even by the many people who hate her. It is truly a pity such a lovely countenance was vested upon such a shrewish woman.
Sadly, such is the norm, I hear. But if my old friends Cinderella and Snow White could “grin and bear it”, surely I can as well. I still cannot fathom their contentment with such an unimportant station in life. Surely there was a time when they were dissatisfied. If they were, they never let on. I mean, after all, they are both now living happily ever after with their gorgeous princes. I can only sigh wistfully while I dream of such ever happening to me. Ordinary princes don’t converse with many peasants (“naturally”), and never bother to think we are the legs upon which they stand, without us, they would be nothing. All well, I don’t want a prince anyways, just a handsome but fierce knight ready to fight evil at a moments notice. Ah, to be one of the few who break the mold...
Ahem, excuse my self-pity, it just gets a bit old, scrubbing the same floors, washing the same windows, and cleaning and re-hanging the same curtains in the same old house, under the same critical stare of the same friendless, bitter woman...
I apologize, my mind tends to wander when I scrub the entryway. It’s my way of passing the time. I tried singing once, the way my two friends use to when they were in such domestic positions. I even opened the door in hopes of drawing the attention of a dashing young man. He was dashing alright; as fast and as far away from me as he could. Even the parlor window cracked as if it were trying to leave its wooden casing and escape from such a near vicinity to me.
Alas, such is to be my lot in life. I shall never go on daring adventures, wed a fine-looking knight wearing shining armor and carrying a powerful sword he calls “Blade” (or some such name), nor shall I ever ride upon his noble steed as we travel toward the setting sun, or hear words of devotion spilling from his lips in lengthy limericks (or is it sonnets? I always confuse the two). No matter, it shall never happen to me. I’ll never have a happily ever after. I can only look forward to the continuous monotony of the life of a serv–. Is that a knock at the door? Excuse me. Oh! It’s an attractive knight.
“Can I help you, Sir?”
“See the head of this dragon? I have slain it just for you. My trusty sword ‘Blade’ has never let me down in combat. I’ve come to release you from this life of drudgery in favor of a new one in which you are revered as a great and dignified woman. We shall ride off on Noble, my valiant steed, and enjoy grand adventures battling against evils like giants, ogres, homework, dragons, monsters, and bubblegum flavored ice cream. Of course, since we’ll always be moving from one place of need to another we’ll have to live in a tent, so your cooking and cleaning skills will come in handy because those places will be too dangerous to bring along servants. Did I mention plague, epidemics, and such have sprung up in the areas in which we’ll be living? But don’t worry; I’m sure cures will be found soon. You will always hear of my love and devotion, day and night. I shall praise your beauty even in my dreams. We will live happily ever after once I discover a new province in our travels and declare myself king over its people. I’ll have a castle built and we’ll fill every room with children for you to raise because it will be a while before we can hire servants, and –. ”
I won’t listen to another word. I don’t even care that I slapped him so hard my hand stings or that I slammed the door on his nose. Drudgery?! The nerve of the man! As if I want to leave my comfortable position of cleaning a grand, century and a half old house for the most beautiful woman in the province, so I could live in tent? A tent! Fight plagues, homework, and children? Ah! The thought chills me to my bones. And dragon heads? Ewww! Why would I want to leave a wonderful domestic job in a comfortable and safe environment? No way. I enjoy working for my mistress. She might be a bit serious sometimes, but that just means she wants me to do my best. And her lack of friends just reflects their ignorance, not her demeanor. “Blade”? As if that’s a clever name for a sword; and bubble gum ice cream isn’t an adventure. I need to go hang the freshly washed curtains, and clean the fireplace before I get to work on the windows, and start the dusting, and...
Drudgery. That is the word which describes my life. I wash and hang, cook and clean, prepare the house for visitors that never come, and endure the haughty disapproval of the lady of the house.
The master is always away from his empty, sterile, century and a half year old house, leaving it to the capable (hah!) hands of his wife. The woman has been endowed with such striking beauty that she is always noticed and envied; even by the many people who hate her. It is truly a pity such a lovely countenance was vested upon such a shrewish woman.
Sadly, such is the norm, I hear. But if my old friends Cinderella and Snow White could “grin and bear it”, surely I can as well. I still cannot fathom their contentment with such an unimportant station in life. Surely there was a time when they were dissatisfied. If they were, they never let on. I mean, after all, they are both now living happily ever after with their gorgeous princes. I can only sigh wistfully while I dream of such ever happening to me. Ordinary princes don’t converse with many peasants (“naturally”), and never bother to think we are the legs upon which they stand, without us, they would be nothing. All well, I don’t want a prince anyways, just a handsome but fierce knight ready to fight evil at a moments notice. Ah, to be one of the few who break the mold...
Ahem, excuse my self-pity, it just gets a bit old, scrubbing the same floors, washing the same windows, and cleaning and re-hanging the same curtains in the same old house, under the same critical stare of the same friendless, bitter woman...
I apologize, my mind tends to wander when I scrub the entryway. It’s my way of passing the time. I tried singing once, the way my two friends use to when they were in such domestic positions. I even opened the door in hopes of drawing the attention of a dashing young man. He was dashing alright; as fast and as far away from me as he could. Even the parlor window cracked as if it were trying to leave its wooden casing and escape from such a near vicinity to me.
Alas, such is to be my lot in life. I shall never go on daring adventures, wed a fine-looking knight wearing shining armor and carrying a powerful sword he calls “Blade” (or some such name), nor shall I ever ride upon his noble steed as we travel toward the setting sun, or hear words of devotion spilling from his lips in lengthy limericks (or is it sonnets? I always confuse the two). No matter, it shall never happen to me. I’ll never have a happily ever after. I can only look forward to the continuous monotony of the life of a serv–. Is that a knock at the door? Excuse me. Oh! It’s an attractive knight.
“Can I help you, Sir?”
“See the head of this dragon? I have slain it just for you. My trusty sword ‘Blade’ has never let me down in combat. I’ve come to release you from this life of drudgery in favor of a new one in which you are revered as a great and dignified woman. We shall ride off on Noble, my valiant steed, and enjoy grand adventures battling against evils like giants, ogres, homework, dragons, monsters, and bubblegum flavored ice cream. Of course, since we’ll always be moving from one place of need to another we’ll have to live in a tent, so your cooking and cleaning skills will come in handy because those places will be too dangerous to bring along servants. Did I mention plague, epidemics, and such have sprung up in the areas in which we’ll be living? But don’t worry; I’m sure cures will be found soon. You will always hear of my love and devotion, day and night. I shall praise your beauty even in my dreams. We will live happily ever after once I discover a new province in our travels and declare myself king over its people. I’ll have a castle built and we’ll fill every room with children for you to raise because it will be a while before we can hire servants, and –. ”
I won’t listen to another word. I don’t even care that I slapped him so hard my hand stings or that I slammed the door on his nose. Drudgery?! The nerve of the man! As if I want to leave my comfortable position of cleaning a grand, century and a half old house for the most beautiful woman in the province, so I could live in tent? A tent! Fight plagues, homework, and children? Ah! The thought chills me to my bones. And dragon heads? Ewww! Why would I want to leave a wonderful domestic job in a comfortable and safe environment? No way. I enjoy working for my mistress. She might be a bit serious sometimes, but that just means she wants me to do my best. And her lack of friends just reflects their ignorance, not her demeanor. “Blade”? As if that’s a clever name for a sword; and bubble gum ice cream isn’t an adventure. I need to go hang the freshly washed curtains, and clean the fireplace before I get to work on the windows, and start the dusting, and...
Gabriel's Romance Chapter
It was midday when the battle ended. The desert sun beat down mercilessly on Andrew’s brow. He looked on the carnage that surrounded him. Many men from both armies lay dead. The birds that had been circling in the air now gorged themselves on the dead, and even on some of those who were wounded. These birds he shooed away, or killed, and then began helping the wounded into camp. This went on for the remainder of the day, as there were many wounded to tend to, Christian and Muslim alike.
That night he dined with Sir Edgar. The meal was eaten in silence, out of respect for the dead. Indeed, words were only used when it was necessary, for that day was as dark a day as any of those men had ever seen. Throughout the meal Andrew caught the other men staring at him, and then quickly looking away when they saw he had noticed; Sir Edgar included. He wanted to ask why they were staring at him, but decided it would be best to wait.
When they had finished, he could withhold his question no longer. He went and sat down next to Sir Edgar and asked him, “Sir, why do you and the men stare at me so.” Sir Edgar looked at him for a moment, and then finally said, “Andrew, when we rode to aid the King, you were surrounded by Saracens, yet you somehow managed to slay every one of them with little more than a few cuts and bruises to show for it. This is an amazing feat in and of itself, but do you know how many men you killed?” Andrew answered, “I’m not sure, about ten of them I think.” Sir Edgar laughed, “Ten? Bah! You slew nigh on twenty, boy!” “Twenty?” Andrew could hardly believe it. No wonder they seemed never to die! He had slain twenty men and had barely a mark to show for it, just a few cuts and bruises. “The King wishes to knight you,” declared Sir Edgar. Andrew’s heart leapt into his throat, “Knight me?” “Yes,” said Sir Edgar, “and we’d best be on our way. He asked that I bring you to see him once we had finished eating.”
A million thoughts flew through Andrew’s head on the way to the King’s tent. He thought of his home, his family and his friends. He thought of the years he had spent serving as Sir Edgar’s squire. He thought of the battle that had just taken place. He thought of Jean, the woman to whom he would dedicate his services as a knight. One thought that kept reoccurring, and indeed, eventually consumed all others, “I am about to become a knight!”
When they reached the tent, Sir Edgar stepped forward and held the tent flap for him. As Andrew stepped into the tent, he was met with a wave of incense from within. It was the sweetest thing he had smelled in a long time. The king stood there with several priests, three on either side. The King held a beautifully crafted sword in his hands. He beckoned Andrew forward saying, “Come forth boy, and kneel.” Andrew went forth and knelt, and waited for the King to charge him with the oath of knighthood.
“Be without fear in the face of your enemies. Be brave and upright that God may love thee. Speak the truth always, even if it leads to your death. Safeguard the helpless and do no wrong. That is your oath.” The King touched Andrew on each shoulder with the flat of his blade, then struck him across the face and said, “And that is so you will remember it.” Then the King handed him the beautiful sword and said, “Arise, Sir Andrew!”
That night he dined with Sir Edgar. The meal was eaten in silence, out of respect for the dead. Indeed, words were only used when it was necessary, for that day was as dark a day as any of those men had ever seen. Throughout the meal Andrew caught the other men staring at him, and then quickly looking away when they saw he had noticed; Sir Edgar included. He wanted to ask why they were staring at him, but decided it would be best to wait.
When they had finished, he could withhold his question no longer. He went and sat down next to Sir Edgar and asked him, “Sir, why do you and the men stare at me so.” Sir Edgar looked at him for a moment, and then finally said, “Andrew, when we rode to aid the King, you were surrounded by Saracens, yet you somehow managed to slay every one of them with little more than a few cuts and bruises to show for it. This is an amazing feat in and of itself, but do you know how many men you killed?” Andrew answered, “I’m not sure, about ten of them I think.” Sir Edgar laughed, “Ten? Bah! You slew nigh on twenty, boy!” “Twenty?” Andrew could hardly believe it. No wonder they seemed never to die! He had slain twenty men and had barely a mark to show for it, just a few cuts and bruises. “The King wishes to knight you,” declared Sir Edgar. Andrew’s heart leapt into his throat, “Knight me?” “Yes,” said Sir Edgar, “and we’d best be on our way. He asked that I bring you to see him once we had finished eating.”
A million thoughts flew through Andrew’s head on the way to the King’s tent. He thought of his home, his family and his friends. He thought of the years he had spent serving as Sir Edgar’s squire. He thought of the battle that had just taken place. He thought of Jean, the woman to whom he would dedicate his services as a knight. One thought that kept reoccurring, and indeed, eventually consumed all others, “I am about to become a knight!”
When they reached the tent, Sir Edgar stepped forward and held the tent flap for him. As Andrew stepped into the tent, he was met with a wave of incense from within. It was the sweetest thing he had smelled in a long time. The king stood there with several priests, three on either side. The King held a beautifully crafted sword in his hands. He beckoned Andrew forward saying, “Come forth boy, and kneel.” Andrew went forth and knelt, and waited for the King to charge him with the oath of knighthood.
“Be without fear in the face of your enemies. Be brave and upright that God may love thee. Speak the truth always, even if it leads to your death. Safeguard the helpless and do no wrong. That is your oath.” The King touched Andrew on each shoulder with the flat of his blade, then struck him across the face and said, “And that is so you will remember it.” Then the King handed him the beautiful sword and said, “Arise, Sir Andrew!”
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Tammy's Romance Chapter
The Long Journey Home
The leaves on the trees were slowly changing, and falling off which was a sign that fall was drawing nearer. John was out in the barn, getting the horses fed while I was getting the children fed and off to school. “John breakfast is ready.” I had called out to the barn. “Ok, I’ll be there in a few moments Catherine.” Said John. After the children ate, and had left I was washing the dishes when John said he needed to talk to me. “Come have a seat.” I walked over and sat down. “They are calling for a bad winter, the frost we had lost a quarter of the crop all ready.” “What are you saying John?” “I’m going to Brick wood to work for a couple weeks to a few months to work.” “John say it isn’t so” I pleaded with him.” Catherine you know I have to, to get us money, food and suppliers. While I’m out here I’m going to by a few chickens on my way back.” I sat there and cried as he told me. “When do you leave?” I asked “Two days, I better get to the mill, and get the orders done.”
“Is anyone going with you?” I asked, before he left. “A couple other men from town are going also.”
The day had been dreading, the day John had to leave. “Do you have everything you need?” I asked “Yes, and don’t worry I’ll write you.” He said while he hugged me good-bye. “Bye kids, you listen to your mother while I’m gone.” I stood there and watched as John had left.
A month and a half had pasted, and I had received a couple letters. The last letter I received had said that it was taken longer the expected and that he would have to stay a little longer. I was preparing dinner while the children were out playing. “DADDY’S HOME!” yelled Clara. I ran outside and saw John riding up to the house. I ran as fast as I could to hug him. “I’m so glad to see you John!” I shouted “Me too Catherine, me too.” As he hugged me.” We got to leave early to see our families since we had gotten the job done early.” He told me.
The leaves on the trees were slowly changing, and falling off which was a sign that fall was drawing nearer. John was out in the barn, getting the horses fed while I was getting the children fed and off to school. “John breakfast is ready.” I had called out to the barn. “Ok, I’ll be there in a few moments Catherine.” Said John. After the children ate, and had left I was washing the dishes when John said he needed to talk to me. “Come have a seat.” I walked over and sat down. “They are calling for a bad winter, the frost we had lost a quarter of the crop all ready.” “What are you saying John?” “I’m going to Brick wood to work for a couple weeks to a few months to work.” “John say it isn’t so” I pleaded with him.” Catherine you know I have to, to get us money, food and suppliers. While I’m out here I’m going to by a few chickens on my way back.” I sat there and cried as he told me. “When do you leave?” I asked “Two days, I better get to the mill, and get the orders done.”
“Is anyone going with you?” I asked, before he left. “A couple other men from town are going also.”
The day had been dreading, the day John had to leave. “Do you have everything you need?” I asked “Yes, and don’t worry I’ll write you.” He said while he hugged me good-bye. “Bye kids, you listen to your mother while I’m gone.” I stood there and watched as John had left.
A month and a half had pasted, and I had received a couple letters. The last letter I received had said that it was taken longer the expected and that he would have to stay a little longer. I was preparing dinner while the children were out playing. “DADDY’S HOME!” yelled Clara. I ran outside and saw John riding up to the house. I ran as fast as I could to hug him. “I’m so glad to see you John!” I shouted “Me too Catherine, me too.” As he hugged me.” We got to leave early to see our families since we had gotten the job done early.” He told me.
Grace's Romance Chapter
Having not heard from his wife in a few days, Detective Lancelot was not yet getting worried due to her sometimes taking long trips for business. He was starting to wonder though what was taking so long. With a cup of coffee in hand he opened his front door to get his newspaper only to find a tiny note the size of sticky note javelined to other side which stated:
“BAHH! I’m Charlemagne the Giant; I traveled to your back yard via beanstalk and kidnapped your wife for she is the prettiest damsel in all the land! I wish to marry her and if you wish to keep her then DUEL YOU MUST! I will be in the corner fields at 9 o’clock tonight!”
With a gasp Detective Lancelot dropped his coffee running to his room to prepare for his battle. After showering and shaving he throws on his bulletproof vest, pants, boots, and a shiny silver plated medieval helmet and runs out the front door grabbing the javelin as he leaves. Lancelot unties his trusty steed that looks as though he should have passed a few years back but still is running strong. He then mounts his horse and rides off down the street the clip-clopping echoing through the houses.
Hours pass before he reaches the fields and when he does the giant is already waiting for him with Lancelot’s wife in one grizzly hand and a javelin in the other. “BAH! I am surprised you actually showed up you puny little maggot. Prepare to die you fool!” the giant screamed as he set Mrs. Lancelot gently on the ground and began to charge the detective. Lancelot nudged his steed and began to race towards the giant in a fit of rage and glory…
“BAHH! I’m Charlemagne the Giant; I traveled to your back yard via beanstalk and kidnapped your wife for she is the prettiest damsel in all the land! I wish to marry her and if you wish to keep her then DUEL YOU MUST! I will be in the corner fields at 9 o’clock tonight!”
With a gasp Detective Lancelot dropped his coffee running to his room to prepare for his battle. After showering and shaving he throws on his bulletproof vest, pants, boots, and a shiny silver plated medieval helmet and runs out the front door grabbing the javelin as he leaves. Lancelot unties his trusty steed that looks as though he should have passed a few years back but still is running strong. He then mounts his horse and rides off down the street the clip-clopping echoing through the houses.
Hours pass before he reaches the fields and when he does the giant is already waiting for him with Lancelot’s wife in one grizzly hand and a javelin in the other. “BAH! I am surprised you actually showed up you puny little maggot. Prepare to die you fool!” the giant screamed as he set Mrs. Lancelot gently on the ground and began to charge the detective. Lancelot nudged his steed and began to race towards the giant in a fit of rage and glory…
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Doneisha's Folk Tale
The Magician
Prologue
Once all the world was filled with ordinary and extraordinary people. The extraordinary people were magicians whose numbers weren’t many and the ordinary people feared them. Most of the magicians were killed by soldiers of the king because the people knew that magic was against the Bible and this was real magic they were doing not those silly card or coin tricks that kids play but every once and awhile another one would be born. The ordinary people wondered why God allowed magicians to be born but they never got an answer. What made it even worse was it wasn’t just the magicians being killed. Many ordinary people were killed by magicians. And so the cycle continued.
A young woman of eighteen quietly walked down the darkened hall of the church. She stopped at the second to last door and slowly turned the knob. The door swung open and so she entered. There was a man dressed all in brown sitting at his desk reading a scroll and taking notes. He was preparing for Sunday Mass in the morning. She approached his desk and watched him for a moment. He was so into what he was doing he didn’t even know she was there.
“I’m leaving this town, sir,” she said.
Rabbi Edward nearly fell out of his seat. As he put his hand over his speeding heart, he said, “don’t do that to me, Aurora. You know how weak my heart is”
“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to nearly give you a heart attack,” she said and then gave him her most innocent smiled.
“That’s quite alright, Aurora,” he said as he righted himself on the chair. “Now, why are you leaving?”
“Because I’m just causing trouble for this town and you know as well as I do that the people don’t want me here anyway.”
There was nothing he could say to her because he did know she was right. The people had tolerated her this long but eventually even their patience would run out. You see, it’s not that she’s really causing any real problems it’s just she’s one of the dreaded magicians and by law any magician that is found with real magical powers most be killed. But Aurora is a different kind of magician. When she was four she accidentally killed her parents, no other magician ever recorded as ever done that. And besides that’s a day he will never forget.
It was at the end of the day and the sun was just setting. It cast the most brilliant light as it was going down and just as the last of the sun’s rays left the horizon there was a big explosion and a bright red light came from the meadow area where the Starlights’ lived. Everybody rushed to the meadow, saying prays and hoping that the Starlights were okay but upon arrival the area where their house and yard use to be was a disaster. There was nothing left of the house anywhere. A quick search showed that Mr. and Mrs. Starlight were not there but in the middle of where their house use to be was their little girl. Everyone thought she was dead but a closer inspection show that she was still alive. In fact, she was fast asleep sucking her thumb. The people wondered how this could have happened and the only explanation was that little Aurora was a magician but that couldn’t be right because magicians didn’t get there powers and/or start showing them until they were at least seventeen or eighteen. The people didn’t know what they were going to do. By law every magician found must be turned over to the authorities for execution but what of a little four years old girl that shouldn’t even have powers. Shouldn’t they turn her over or keep this fact hidden from them? Should they even keep her in this town? And if so how often will this level of destruction happen? The people couldn’t decide what to do so they turned to Rabbi Edward.
“We will not turn her over to the authorities. Only God knows what they would do and it would not sit with me well if a four years old was killed. Besides the Starlights were one of the most devoted to this town and it would be a shame to betray their memory like this. I don’t think God would like that very much either. I believe that every person that is born as a purpose and those with magical powers are no exception. God does not make mistakes and he wanted those magicians born for a reason only known to him. The other Rabbis and I will take charge of her and raise her in the church.”
Rabbi Edward has never regretted that day. He was glad that he had chosen to save and raise her for she was brilliant in everything she did, respected everyone even if they were rude or cruel to her, and had an open-mind and good sense when it came to new ideas. He knew that God had big plans for her.
He sighed, knowing it was time to let her go. “If that is what you think will be best than you can leave. I can’t stop you and I wouldn’t anyways. Maybe it’s for the best that you do. I have never doubted your ideas. I will miss you though because you were like daughter to me.”
“Thank you, sir for everything. I know you took a huge risk in raising me. Truth be told, I will miss you too because you were like a father to me and you taught me everything I know about God and his love. I’m already packed and ready to go. I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate everything you have done for me.”
She turned and walked to the door. As she was about to close it behind her, she turns back to him and said, “Do you want to see me off or will that be too sad for you?”
“I would love to see you off, Aurora. Give me a moment.”
“Ok, I’ll be outside.”
When he finally got outside she was underneath the old oak tree where he had given her all her early lessons about God. She had put on her black cloak but left the hood down. As he approached her she turned to him and said, “Are you ready for me to leave.”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
So quietly they went though the town. It was late so everyone else was in bed. No one saw the two shadows as they went to the entrance to the town.
“Well this is it, sir. I’m sure you’ll tell everyone tomorrow at mass that I left. Thank you again for everything.”
“I hope you find whatever it is you are looking for, Aurora. I’m sorry that the people didn’t accept you as they should have. I hope that I will see you again someday.”
She had turned away and was looking at the road ahead. “Don’t worry, sir. I’ll be alright and I will come to see you. I promise.”
She turned back and gave him that innocent smile of hers. She then turned away and put her black hood up. She took two steps away from him and said so quietly that he had to strain his ears to hear, “My only wish is that the ordinary people will one day accept the extraordinary people like me. Because even though I am different I’m still human. I make mistakes like they do. I love like they do. And I hope that they see that some day.”
“God willing, Aurora. I hope that wish of yours comes true. It’s going to be hard at there. Keep as safe as you can.”
“But sir, I also see ordinary people be just as mean to other ordinary people. Why can’t we all just get along? Is that too much to ask for? That not just the ordinary people and the extraordinary people get along one day but for everyone of every town and family love their neighbors, respect the parents, and not fight over who has the most or who’s most popular. So my wish is for more than just the ordinary people accepting the extraordinary. It’s for everyone to accept everyone else for who they are and not for who has the most money.”
“You might be asking for a little too much there, Aurora.”
She turn back to look at him and with a smile asks, “I know sir but I can still wish can’t I?”
“Yes, of course you can.”
She left him standing there. As she started walking down the dusty road to only she and God knew where. He watched until the trees hide her from his view. But he still looked at the place where she had disappeared. “I pray that God will keep you safe on your journey, Aurora. It’s the least I can do.”
Prologue
Once all the world was filled with ordinary and extraordinary people. The extraordinary people were magicians whose numbers weren’t many and the ordinary people feared them. Most of the magicians were killed by soldiers of the king because the people knew that magic was against the Bible and this was real magic they were doing not those silly card or coin tricks that kids play but every once and awhile another one would be born. The ordinary people wondered why God allowed magicians to be born but they never got an answer. What made it even worse was it wasn’t just the magicians being killed. Many ordinary people were killed by magicians. And so the cycle continued.
A young woman of eighteen quietly walked down the darkened hall of the church. She stopped at the second to last door and slowly turned the knob. The door swung open and so she entered. There was a man dressed all in brown sitting at his desk reading a scroll and taking notes. He was preparing for Sunday Mass in the morning. She approached his desk and watched him for a moment. He was so into what he was doing he didn’t even know she was there.
“I’m leaving this town, sir,” she said.
Rabbi Edward nearly fell out of his seat. As he put his hand over his speeding heart, he said, “don’t do that to me, Aurora. You know how weak my heart is”
“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to nearly give you a heart attack,” she said and then gave him her most innocent smiled.
“That’s quite alright, Aurora,” he said as he righted himself on the chair. “Now, why are you leaving?”
“Because I’m just causing trouble for this town and you know as well as I do that the people don’t want me here anyway.”
There was nothing he could say to her because he did know she was right. The people had tolerated her this long but eventually even their patience would run out. You see, it’s not that she’s really causing any real problems it’s just she’s one of the dreaded magicians and by law any magician that is found with real magical powers most be killed. But Aurora is a different kind of magician. When she was four she accidentally killed her parents, no other magician ever recorded as ever done that. And besides that’s a day he will never forget.
It was at the end of the day and the sun was just setting. It cast the most brilliant light as it was going down and just as the last of the sun’s rays left the horizon there was a big explosion and a bright red light came from the meadow area where the Starlights’ lived. Everybody rushed to the meadow, saying prays and hoping that the Starlights were okay but upon arrival the area where their house and yard use to be was a disaster. There was nothing left of the house anywhere. A quick search showed that Mr. and Mrs. Starlight were not there but in the middle of where their house use to be was their little girl. Everyone thought she was dead but a closer inspection show that she was still alive. In fact, she was fast asleep sucking her thumb. The people wondered how this could have happened and the only explanation was that little Aurora was a magician but that couldn’t be right because magicians didn’t get there powers and/or start showing them until they were at least seventeen or eighteen. The people didn’t know what they were going to do. By law every magician found must be turned over to the authorities for execution but what of a little four years old girl that shouldn’t even have powers. Shouldn’t they turn her over or keep this fact hidden from them? Should they even keep her in this town? And if so how often will this level of destruction happen? The people couldn’t decide what to do so they turned to Rabbi Edward.
“We will not turn her over to the authorities. Only God knows what they would do and it would not sit with me well if a four years old was killed. Besides the Starlights were one of the most devoted to this town and it would be a shame to betray their memory like this. I don’t think God would like that very much either. I believe that every person that is born as a purpose and those with magical powers are no exception. God does not make mistakes and he wanted those magicians born for a reason only known to him. The other Rabbis and I will take charge of her and raise her in the church.”
Rabbi Edward has never regretted that day. He was glad that he had chosen to save and raise her for she was brilliant in everything she did, respected everyone even if they were rude or cruel to her, and had an open-mind and good sense when it came to new ideas. He knew that God had big plans for her.
He sighed, knowing it was time to let her go. “If that is what you think will be best than you can leave. I can’t stop you and I wouldn’t anyways. Maybe it’s for the best that you do. I have never doubted your ideas. I will miss you though because you were like daughter to me.”
“Thank you, sir for everything. I know you took a huge risk in raising me. Truth be told, I will miss you too because you were like a father to me and you taught me everything I know about God and his love. I’m already packed and ready to go. I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate everything you have done for me.”
She turned and walked to the door. As she was about to close it behind her, she turns back to him and said, “Do you want to see me off or will that be too sad for you?”
“I would love to see you off, Aurora. Give me a moment.”
“Ok, I’ll be outside.”
When he finally got outside she was underneath the old oak tree where he had given her all her early lessons about God. She had put on her black cloak but left the hood down. As he approached her she turned to him and said, “Are you ready for me to leave.”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
So quietly they went though the town. It was late so everyone else was in bed. No one saw the two shadows as they went to the entrance to the town.
“Well this is it, sir. I’m sure you’ll tell everyone tomorrow at mass that I left. Thank you again for everything.”
“I hope you find whatever it is you are looking for, Aurora. I’m sorry that the people didn’t accept you as they should have. I hope that I will see you again someday.”
She had turned away and was looking at the road ahead. “Don’t worry, sir. I’ll be alright and I will come to see you. I promise.”
She turned back and gave him that innocent smile of hers. She then turned away and put her black hood up. She took two steps away from him and said so quietly that he had to strain his ears to hear, “My only wish is that the ordinary people will one day accept the extraordinary people like me. Because even though I am different I’m still human. I make mistakes like they do. I love like they do. And I hope that they see that some day.”
“God willing, Aurora. I hope that wish of yours comes true. It’s going to be hard at there. Keep as safe as you can.”
“But sir, I also see ordinary people be just as mean to other ordinary people. Why can’t we all just get along? Is that too much to ask for? That not just the ordinary people and the extraordinary people get along one day but for everyone of every town and family love their neighbors, respect the parents, and not fight over who has the most or who’s most popular. So my wish is for more than just the ordinary people accepting the extraordinary. It’s for everyone to accept everyone else for who they are and not for who has the most money.”
“You might be asking for a little too much there, Aurora.”
She turn back to look at him and with a smile asks, “I know sir but I can still wish can’t I?”
“Yes, of course you can.”
She left him standing there. As she started walking down the dusty road to only she and God knew where. He watched until the trees hide her from his view. But he still looked at the place where she had disappeared. “I pray that God will keep you safe on your journey, Aurora. It’s the least I can do.”
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