Post by malicia on Jun 9, 2009 11:22:06 GMT -5
[i`m bored at school during lunch... Suffer a post!]
A journal was sitting on a table in the boarding house. It looked dusty and ragged. Quite the cheap item actually. Elegant quill and ink well sitting next to it, seemingly out of place. The handwritting contained into it was refined, pretty, wavey. Like art and poetry flowing on paper.
The journal was set on an open page, hopefully, all her friends looking for her would see it.
"My friends..." It beggan... "The soldiers are here to reclaim me. I have done all I could to divert them away. I am afraid my act has faultered and that my days of freedom and life have been counted. I do not know if I can flee with my life intact once more, nor can I endanger more of my friends and loved ones. This is a burden I mkust carry on my own. The task is difficult, but I hope you will remember me fondly. I shall miss you all terribly." was written in the first page. The journal continued as a long letter...
"Yarla, my mentor, my teacher, my friend. Trough your tough teachings, I have learned so much. If I survive this, it will be solely due to the skills you have given me. You are an amazing woman and Brenton is quite lucky to have you. Take care of Molly and that grumpy bear. Please give Marshal a kiss for me and take good care of Cage. He loves you much."
The journal turned to another page... "Jason, Melissa... You are the most honest people I have ever met. Jason, so devoted to keep this town from the clutches of the evil-doers and Melissa, saving grace of this town. How I will miss you both so much. Thanks to you both, I had a taste of something I never imagined I could have... Freedom! But alas, soldiers are scouting and I fear I will never feel this joy again. Melissa, your words are true, to find a good man, knowing how to feed his stomach and heart was key. Just a shameful pity I could never make it very far. I envy you both. I wish I could of had a family as well, a nice home to go to and a loving husband to hold me tight. Jason, you are a wonderfull man, keep taking care of Melissa and little Gathero for me please."
A few dribbles of diluted ink was covering the first few words. Tears had soaked the paper and caused a smear. The aunthor had definately been feeling horrid about writting this journal... The next paragraph was more stained than the others.
"Benjamin, forgive me for not staying with you longer. Forgive me to not have made it to the lovely meal you have promised me. Vanishing from your life is the most difficult think I have ever done. I love you most deeply. From the first day I have met you, you have treated me like a woman that could had easyly been yours. Kind and gentle, caring and sweet. My heart belongs to you no matter what shall happen. For you I will try to resist, to stay alive longer in hopes of returning to Brenton. It pains me so deeply to leave indeed. I wish I could had felt a tender kiss from you, just even once. Had things been different, I would had loved to become your wife...."
The rest of the journal was marked with a stain of blood, the words for Benjamin left unfinished. The quill, such an elegant tool, was partially red, sitting in the ink well... Seems something horrible had happend to the young duchess....
[feel free to post!]
A journal was sitting on a table in the boarding house. It looked dusty and ragged. Quite the cheap item actually. Elegant quill and ink well sitting next to it, seemingly out of place. The handwritting contained into it was refined, pretty, wavey. Like art and poetry flowing on paper.
The journal was set on an open page, hopefully, all her friends looking for her would see it.
"My friends..." It beggan... "The soldiers are here to reclaim me. I have done all I could to divert them away. I am afraid my act has faultered and that my days of freedom and life have been counted. I do not know if I can flee with my life intact once more, nor can I endanger more of my friends and loved ones. This is a burden I mkust carry on my own. The task is difficult, but I hope you will remember me fondly. I shall miss you all terribly." was written in the first page. The journal continued as a long letter...
"Yarla, my mentor, my teacher, my friend. Trough your tough teachings, I have learned so much. If I survive this, it will be solely due to the skills you have given me. You are an amazing woman and Brenton is quite lucky to have you. Take care of Molly and that grumpy bear. Please give Marshal a kiss for me and take good care of Cage. He loves you much."
The journal turned to another page... "Jason, Melissa... You are the most honest people I have ever met. Jason, so devoted to keep this town from the clutches of the evil-doers and Melissa, saving grace of this town. How I will miss you both so much. Thanks to you both, I had a taste of something I never imagined I could have... Freedom! But alas, soldiers are scouting and I fear I will never feel this joy again. Melissa, your words are true, to find a good man, knowing how to feed his stomach and heart was key. Just a shameful pity I could never make it very far. I envy you both. I wish I could of had a family as well, a nice home to go to and a loving husband to hold me tight. Jason, you are a wonderfull man, keep taking care of Melissa and little Gathero for me please."
A few dribbles of diluted ink was covering the first few words. Tears had soaked the paper and caused a smear. The aunthor had definately been feeling horrid about writting this journal... The next paragraph was more stained than the others.
"Benjamin, forgive me for not staying with you longer. Forgive me to not have made it to the lovely meal you have promised me. Vanishing from your life is the most difficult think I have ever done. I love you most deeply. From the first day I have met you, you have treated me like a woman that could had easyly been yours. Kind and gentle, caring and sweet. My heart belongs to you no matter what shall happen. For you I will try to resist, to stay alive longer in hopes of returning to Brenton. It pains me so deeply to leave indeed. I wish I could had felt a tender kiss from you, just even once. Had things been different, I would had loved to become your wife...."
The rest of the journal was marked with a stain of blood, the words for Benjamin left unfinished. The quill, such an elegant tool, was partially red, sitting in the ink well... Seems something horrible had happend to the young duchess....
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