Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ A Day Without Rain ❯ A New Beginning ( Chapter 1 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Maiden_Rose 
This is the story of two lovers, meant to be together, but different all the same. It's a tale of tragedy, struggles, and the power of an undying love. What once was is lost, but a new beginning will form for Elda Datvois. Dare to step into the dream?
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Drama / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.20.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 640 | Visits: 482 | Status: Work In Progress
This is the story of two lovers, meant to be together, but different all the same. It's a tale of tragedy, struggles, and the power of an undying love. What once was is lost, but a new beginning will form for Elda Datvois. Dare to step into the dream?
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Drama / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.20.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 640 | Visits: 482 | Status: Work In Progress
A Day without Rain
Against the darkness, the town lay bathed in moonlight. The streets rang with the loud silence, and the stars were all quiet and half-obscured. Emptyness and nothingness filled the air faster than the sound of screams, and against all odds, the roads remained empty. Empty for all, but one. A lone figure ran the streets, a long white gown billowing behind it. The figure wore a hooded cloak, and the shadows obscured their eyes, so that only the nose and mouth could be seen. Red lipstick soaked the lips of this runaway, as she sped up the cobbled street, neither careless, nor wary. Her boots clicked ludly on the stone.
Indeed, had they been awake to see her, the townsfolk would have thought her odd, queer, even dense. But the town was known far and wide for its gossip, and neighboring towns knew it all to be untrue. But gossip was not on this odd figure’s mind. All that penetrated her confused emotions was that she had to run as far as she could.
“Running away, are we?” A squeaky voice said. The runaway stopped and faced the one who spoke to her. It was old man Horace, the manager of the bakery. By the look of his attire, he was closing his shop for the night. She took a few steps toward him.
“It is not good to run away from your problems, Lady Elda, you have to–.”
“-face them.” She finished for him. She’d heard him say this before, but why now?
“Maybe this is best for you now, Lady Elda...” Horace said, locking the bakery door with a rather rusty key.
“Surely you jest? I never wanted this, not at all...”
“But sometimes, my lady, we have to what we despise in order to better our lives.”
Elda could say nothig more. She waved her hand in farewell, and hurried on down the lane. Her father’s words rang in her head:
“You are no daughter of mine if you are going to give birh to a child fathered by a thief! You are a tramp, and unwelcome in my household! You will marry Roderick Douglas, and I will see to it that that child you bear dies before it enters this world!”
Elda pictured her father’s face as he had said that to her, 20 minutes before. She recalled her reply:
“I am free to do what I will with my life, and give my heart to whom I will! I cannot marry one who loves me for the wrong reason! And this child I bear will be given a life, better than the one I was given!”
She turned a corner, putting great distance between her father and herself. Decisevly, she placed her hands on her round belly, and stared ahead again as she ran. Even if she had to do it alone, she would make sure that her child would live the life she wished she could have once more.
The empowering St. Joan’s cathedral came into view, just as it started to rain. Maybe, just maybe...the Honor maidens could help her. She made a course for the cathedral. If it only it was a day without rain...
As she hesitated on its front step of the mighty church, she thought quickly and finally. This was her last hope... and her last chance to back down. The impulse and desire to vanished, however, as Elda gazed at a statue of St. Joan. She sighed deeply, and rapped hard on the front door.
END OF CHAPTER 1
Against the darkness, the town lay bathed in moonlight. The streets rang with the loud silence, and the stars were all quiet and half-obscured. Emptyness and nothingness filled the air faster than the sound of screams, and against all odds, the roads remained empty. Empty for all, but one. A lone figure ran the streets, a long white gown billowing behind it. The figure wore a hooded cloak, and the shadows obscured their eyes, so that only the nose and mouth could be seen. Red lipstick soaked the lips of this runaway, as she sped up the cobbled street, neither careless, nor wary. Her boots clicked ludly on the stone.
Indeed, had they been awake to see her, the townsfolk would have thought her odd, queer, even dense. But the town was known far and wide for its gossip, and neighboring towns knew it all to be untrue. But gossip was not on this odd figure’s mind. All that penetrated her confused emotions was that she had to run as far as she could.
“Running away, are we?” A squeaky voice said. The runaway stopped and faced the one who spoke to her. It was old man Horace, the manager of the bakery. By the look of his attire, he was closing his shop for the night. She took a few steps toward him.
“It is not good to run away from your problems, Lady Elda, you have to–.”
“-face them.” She finished for him. She’d heard him say this before, but why now?
“Maybe this is best for you now, Lady Elda...” Horace said, locking the bakery door with a rather rusty key.
“Surely you jest? I never wanted this, not at all...”
“But sometimes, my lady, we have to what we despise in order to better our lives.”
Elda could say nothig more. She waved her hand in farewell, and hurried on down the lane. Her father’s words rang in her head:
“You are no daughter of mine if you are going to give birh to a child fathered by a thief! You are a tramp, and unwelcome in my household! You will marry Roderick Douglas, and I will see to it that that child you bear dies before it enters this world!”
Elda pictured her father’s face as he had said that to her, 20 minutes before. She recalled her reply:
“I am free to do what I will with my life, and give my heart to whom I will! I cannot marry one who loves me for the wrong reason! And this child I bear will be given a life, better than the one I was given!”
She turned a corner, putting great distance between her father and herself. Decisevly, she placed her hands on her round belly, and stared ahead again as she ran. Even if she had to do it alone, she would make sure that her child would live the life she wished she could have once more.
The empowering St. Joan’s cathedral came into view, just as it started to rain. Maybe, just maybe...the Honor maidens could help her. She made a course for the cathedral. If it only it was a day without rain...
As she hesitated on its front step of the mighty church, she thought quickly and finally. This was her last hope... and her last chance to back down. The impulse and desire to vanished, however, as Elda gazed at a statue of St. Joan. She sighed deeply, and rapped hard on the front door.
END OF CHAPTER 1