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[04 Mar 2004|11:51am] |
March 5th 1559-Day 1
I am on an uncharted path, engulfed in total darkness and entangled in a massive web of impenetrable thickets. I tried to extricate myself when the ground gave way, and I found myself plunging to certain doom--off the edge of a cliff and into a bottomless abyss. It seemed as if I had been falling forever. My eyes were shut tight. I was afraid to open them, anticipating the foregone disaster, but it was taking too long, so I peeked. That’s when I realized that the unexplored ground before me had not vanished; it was the familiar ground behind me, with its darkness and thickets that had been suddenly lifted away. I was not falling at all--I was standing absolutely still.
E.D.
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| Background Pt. 1 |
[03 Mar 2004|11:38am] |
She knew it was improper to travel alone, but she was the only one able to deliver the package for her father. The gentleman said it was for Lord Pendrag and put down quite a bit of money for the laudanum saying it was for his ill sister.
What was she to do, tell him no? Lord Pendrag was her best customer and frequented her shop in the evenings. Sometimes when she was busy she would let him have free reign of her herbs. Her father was a simple Apothecary; actually she was the Apothecary her father was a lush and would squander her hard earned money on the drink. So, they needed the money, Pendrag was rich and she wasn’t too proud to take it either.
She stopped her two-seater in front of the big Iron Gate. It was made up of 6 to 7 feet high iron bars. She was about to step out of the buggy in order to open the gates mechanically, when the loud noise of the gates moving attracted her attention. She looked at them suspiciously. The gates open all by them selves and stopped when fully opened. Still seated, she looked at gates and commented, “A day full of surprises.”
The compound was without any trees; only grass and the driveway was highlighted by small lamps located on the poles standing on both sides of the driveway.
Picking up the package, she moved slowly from her surrey and climbed the few steps to the main door and was about to knock when the doors opened. She froze and couldn’t believe it as she stood in awe till the doors opened completely, then walked inside and saw that two young maids had opened the door for her. It gave her a relief and she let out a long breath.
Emma entered the well-lit hallway that had twisted stairs, which led to the upper two floors. Upon looking, you could see the ceiling was rectangular and at its center was fashioned with glass. Her breath caught in her throat.
She stood in the foyer waiting for the gentleman to arrive so she could deliver the package and get back to her father as the thunder resounded off the house causing her to shiver. Her eyes moved to one of the maids hoping she would understand the pleading look in her eye.
“I’m glad you came.” His voice was soothing and she realized it was a different man then the one that made the order earlier that day. Was he also Lord Pendrag’s employee?
“I’ve brought the package, Sir, for Lord Pendrag. Will you please see that he receives it? I must return home.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I would never turn you out in this weather.”
“Sir, What little reputation I do have, I would like to keep unmarred from gossip. I really must leave.”
He laughed and she narrowed her eyes stubbornly as she set the package down on the table in front of the mirror. She could see herself staring back. Plain Jane, wire-rimmed glasses sitting upon her short nose. An unpleasant sneer sat upon her lips.
Spinning on her heel she turned to exit the elaborate home and ran into the man, “OH!”
He still appeared to be amused as he grabbed her arm to keep her from falling over, “I insist...”
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The maid opened the room’s door and entered. It was big, luxurious and cozy. The large rectangular windows were covered half with net curtains that were cream in color. Though the windows Emma could see the entire compound and the gate at the far left end.
The walls were white and the bed lay parallel to the windows. The ceiling was well decorated with gold fleur de lis. A fireplace on the left side of the bed and beside it was an old desk made up of oak.
Emma sat heavily on the chair that was placed along the wall with the window and stared out at the lightening that lit the sky, “do not leave the room indeed, who did he think he was?”
Sometime during the night she must have fallen asleep and awoke with a start to lightening crackling across the sky. The rain hammered the windows as if it were trying to force it’s way into her room.
Shivering she wrapped her arms around herself and walked to the door. She had to get back to her father. Quietly she made her way to the stairs and stop when she heard a man’s voice. Peeking around the corner she could see two men in the foyer below.
The first man she recognized as the owner of the house the other was someone she had never seen before. He had brownish colored hair with blue eyes, same height as the other man and well shaved. His hair was parted to the right and longer at the ends at front, almost touching his right eye.
She couldn’t quite hear what was being said and leaned forward closer to the railing. She didn’t notice a man coming up behind her and grabbing her by the arm; spinning her around to face him, “Emma...”
She couldn’t move, not even to speak. She never really noticed how tall he was till he towered over her and his hand practically swallowed her upper arm. She wanted to scream, she wanted to run but her scream was caught in her throat.
His other hand quickly reached up and grabbed her around the mouth to keep her from screaming, as his other hand raised pushing his index finger to his lips, “shhh...”
She couldn’t breath; all she wanted was to go home. He narrowed his dark eyes at her and growled something, it sounded like “sleep” but she couldn’t be sure. Her world went suddenly black.
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