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Tiffany Brick Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 6:49 am
This is where injured nobles and high officials are sent. Only people who have a name or received special permission from the royalties are allowed in here. The security is tight, perhaps that no sick person could be planned to be wronged. 
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 7:27 am
 Eponine slept soundly across the room, not even feeling the slightest of pain the big rock caused to her, and a dozen traps that nullified her abilities. And this time she's dreaming again, perhaps a nightmare even. But if this dream was a nightmare or a sweet dream, no one knows. Not even Eponine herself would remember this dream when she wakes up on the cozy bed, perhaps too cozy that it extended her slumber for more hours of ecstasy. But alas, this dream that has been making her smile shifted her expression into something frightening, and this time, we should look inside the dream. "Eponine was in the woods, alone. Above her head, the sky was covered with vast black clouds like sheets of smoke. The tragic mask of night almost seemed to bend over this young gamine. Jupiter was setting. Startled, Eponine looked at the great star, which she was unaware of what, since education had not really mended with fate in her life. She was afraid. The planet, in fact was at that moment very near the horizon and was crossing a dense layer of mist that gave it an abhorrent red glow. A cold wind was blowing off the plain. The woods were dark, without the least rustling of leaves, without any of that vague, fresh glow of summer. Great boughs rose hideously. Mean and shapeless bushes hissed in the glades. The tall grass wriggled under the north wind like eels. The brambles writhed like long arms seeking to seize their prey with their claws. Some dry weeds driven by the wind blew rapidly past. Darkness is dizzying. The socket of the night, the haggard look of everything, taciturn profiles that fade away as you advance, obscure dishevelments, angry clumps, livid pools, the sepulchral immensity of silence, frightful torsos of trees and wisps of shivering grass. Defenseless against all of it. There is no bravery that does not shudder and feel the proximity of anguish. The penetration of the darkness is inexpressibly sinister for Eponine, even though she was so used by it. Forests are apocalypses; and a tiny soul's beating wings makes an agonizing sound beneath their monstrous vault. Eponine felt seized by this black enormity of nature until a sound of footsteps woke her up."Eponine, feeling gratitude towards the nurse who seemed to be clothed in royal clothes and with hair paralleled to the golden sun upon the clear horizon, thankfully, woke her up. The nurse, who's face was wrinkled with age but if studied more, it gave her a warm expression that soothes every soul that gazes upon it. Gave her a soup, a tasteless soup, in her explanation. But who was she to complain? She experienced eating nothing for a week, even experienced sleeping on a freezing lake. The only thing that kept her from drowning was the fact that the lake was cold. Eponine smiled at the caretaker and joyfully seized the soup, with a little bit of the manner of a street girl revealing itself. But the action was rather unadulterated for the old woman with blonde hair, it rather made her smile with glee. She stared at the horizon, still in awe at the twist that fate gave her weeks ago. It was so exhilarating that she already forgot how to even eat the stalest of stale bread, that she even forgot that white bread was most precious for her. She got so used in eating such luxuries ever since that day. Eponine shifted on the other side of the bed, trying her best to stand up, and victoriously did, but that was for a short span of time. For she stumbled upon another bed, with another person lying in, a wounded one. She placed her balance on the end table of the bed of this person and tried to feel his clothing. It was somehow tattered, ragged and bruised. Most of all, this man seemed to be bruised by a thinly pierced wound, but it seemed to ache alot for this man; Eponine thought that the wound might have been deep, or rather hurts alot if it was the first layer of his skin, but the young gamine was ignorant of this knowledge. She started to clear the man's hair that was dropping to his eyes, and saw a familiar face. She tried to remember where she saw, sat again in the bed of her own and tried to purge her brain of where she saw this familiar face. "Monsieur Lu-" she stopped in her tracks as a dizziness in her head started to occur, conceivably the rock that hit her, or it was just she overslept, these thoughts invaded her and occupied her mind. Still in wonder-struck on how in earth she ended up being hit by a big rock and being in a cold and dismal lair. Her thoughts floated along like daydreams and moved deeper and deeper. Eponine liked to dream, imagine and think. It was the only thing that she found joy in, a real joy, a world of make-believe. Which is why she didn't find it rather difficult if she'd stop for a moment and think. "Why was I even there?" she mumbled to herself. But then again, this young lad pushed the thoughts aside. It was of no loss to her because her mind vaguely described the scenario, a scene she'd rather shove aside, she had more dreams to come. Perhaps, more epiphanies and realizations to think. What could she do other than this? This was her own fashion of "trying" to upgrade her life. Life rather filled with enormous boundaries, secluded limits and hollowed restriction. Perhaps, to somehow conceal the ignorance that thirsts and hungers for intelligence and was relieved through being "street-smart". But being street-smart wasn't pressed to her content. She knew that this street-smart and wittiness had helped her survived through life. But some conviction in her struggled to say that she needed something formal, proper, decent, befitting and more likely qualified in the bigger realm. But taking her thoughts to a much profound location, as her mind extended it's jurisdiction on thinking of her life. Her mind started blurting out thoughts of; "No one knows who I am." she shuddered at the brutal honesty that even in the wider scale of friendship, relationship; both romantically and socially. Never knew her as the unconcealed her, all they saw was a generalized amount of rather: infidelity, poverty, despicable crime, adulterated wittiness, casual grim, and probably add the sorrowful unrequited love. These things stirred up to the so-called "reputation" she didn't even care of. But now all she wanted was someone to understand and know her, profoundly, if not too much to ask.
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Tiffany Brick Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 8:21 pm
After Aurora left Lucian's Lair, she immediately went to her chambers to change from her stained dress, marked with dirt and blood; the beauty of the white gown had momentarily washed away her role in her kingdom, she looked like a commoner of the slums, physically and emotionally hurt, left for others to pity....
Dressed in her darkest gown, too dark that makes her skin dim, the glow disappearing from her flawless image, turning very pale and cold; her once known smile disintegrated; her feelings and warmth decayed....the only hope she thought to herself was to stay along Lucian's side, the little flicker of light she had left in her heart; the only fragment of love she had in her life.
Aurora walked down the dark hallway, listening to the creaks and walls vibrating with a ghostly aura she always felt ever since she lost her parents. Her Palace was haunted, filled with the gruesome despair of her past...Aurora couldn't handle this dark aura of evil, tragedy has snatched her away, making her part of the dark world...
Aurora walks past the Throne Room, she pauses for a moment and listens to the Spanish Prince, feeling distressed and hurt, not to mention the arrival of the King Himself....Aurora couldn't handle the "new" part of her planned life, she simply passed and headed quietly to the Clinic to visit her Lucian.
Aurora finally arrives and sees one of her nurses leave the room....She approaches the eldest Nurse and speaks softly to her, holding her hands gently and firm with a bothered look in her eye, "Oh Madame, how is he? Is he in good health?" The gentle woman responds vaguely, concerning Aurora even more. "His wounds are deep, but, I am treating them the best I can Your Majesty" The Nurse then reaches her hand and places it on Aurora's cheek, unafraid to touch the Queen she once nurtured as a little girl, Aurora's trusted elder she could depend on, "Do not lose faith my child, he will live"....
The Nurse gently smiles and walks away, disappearing before Aurora. Nervous, Aurora walks in the white room, feeling the moisturized air from the open windows and the smell of water and medicine in the air. In the corner she spotted her love, resting peacefully, bandaged and cleansed with towels with specks of blood on the tray next to him. Aurora felt sad, but relieved that Lucian is safe from harm, that he is closer to her than she felt before.
But Aurora's eye focused on Lucian shortly, for she noticed the other patient awake from her deep slumber. It was a woman, a woman she never met before, but recognized her from somewhere she couldn't figure out. Aurora walks to Lucian and the woman's bedside corner, pulling a chair to sit between them. Aurora first places a small vase with roses on Lucian's table and kisses his forehead afterwards, caressing his head gently. Doing so, she turns her body towards the mystery woman, closely placing her eyes into hers. Aurora began to think about the woman's features, and how she looked like someone she knew...someone close to her. Aurora then looks at her lips and chin, how similar to Aurora's features they appeared; her glow curled hair, as brown and as curly as Aurora's; Aurora began to think deeply, something she never thought before. She suddenly shakes her head in her mind, not sure what she's trying to propose.
"I see you are awake Madame......" She says strongly to the woman as she holds Lucian's hand softly...."You are in my Palace, in the clinic. You were a victim of Lucian's traps in his secret lair....you were hurt badly, having a slight trauma to the head..........but I assure you, you are safe here." Aurora looks away from the woman, looking deep into Lucian's sleep, how soundly he was. Aurora then says, raising a brow.."But I must ask, what business did you have in Lucian's Lair? You certainly are not one of my guards in my Palace..." She looked at the woman, with a distant feeling, knowing that the woman was found with clothing of the Palace......"Tell me Madame....what is your name?" Aurora demanded, but spoke with a soft tone.....
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 10:05 pm
Galinda walked into the clinic. She felt embarassed that she had to ask one of the guards where Queen Aurora was but she felt that it was urgent and could not wait. If you have a broken heart and someone you cared for was hurt even emotionally by another then that was important. She knew that it was difficult to mend a broken heart because even as Galinda remembered she did use to be in love with someone but he cared for someone else. His name was Fiyero and he was handsome and didn't really care about school. If there was anything she learned from her heartbreak was you should not let people who lie to you or anyone you care for get away with it. Galinda walked forward to face Aurora and asked "Your majesty there is a matter that I have to talk to you about? I understand that you are busy but unless you want for everyone including that woman to hear what I have to say then I would suggest that we take the conversation outside. Don't you agree?" Galinda had never felt as mad as she was since Fiyero but now it was not because of Galinda but because of the Queen. She knew that she had probably overstepped her boundaries with the Queen but it was important.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 10:25 pm
Aurora turns around to see her new maid of the Palace confronting her of a concern she wasn't sure about.....Distressed and interrupted, Aurora stands and walks to the doorway of the Clinic, facing her with piercing eyes, "How dare you speak to me like this......." She looks at her with a feeling of hurt, like the whole world is against her..."Now...what is it that concerns you, especially with this act I see coming from you" She stands firm and speaks softly....with a concerned look in her eye...
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 10:34 pm
"I am concerned about how you have been treating Fernando. Lying to him all this time. You know that he has a ship ready and wants to leave now because of you? Are you happy now? Now that he is leaving you can love whoever you want and not have to lie about it." Galinda said furious. She looked over at the bed and saw a woman lying down on the bed. I know it is none of my business but who is that and why does she look like you? Oh my gosh you are pretending to be the Queen that is just typical. First the Queen breaks Fernando's heart and you are suppose to stand in and cover for her?" Galinda asked now even more upset then ever. Nothing made sense anymore in Galinda's mind.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 11:33 pm
Aurora's reaction to this act of prejudice from her maid made her feel agitated. Already feeling distressed, guilty, and accused, Aurora faces the maid with an cautious attitude.....
"A formal lady of mine...what did I do to upset YOU, that you should turn against me like this? Breaking a man"s heart, in which I knew only for a day......and that upsets you so? How dare you.........I do not have to be reminded of my guilt. I do not need to be reminded of my shame and dishonor, especially from a woman who is new to my Palace in service and commitment to Her Majesty. You want me to fix this Gentle Prince's feelings for a happy ending with me so easily? You want me to give up the thing I love most to the depths of my despair? You want me to "play" the Queen I was destined to be? Well, I shall not! I control what is best for my country, what is best for the years to come, not you. I know what I've done, I know whom I have hurt, I know the consequences I must face. I do not need this judgement from you! I Am Aurora, Queen of France, the Heir to the Throne; Beloved of the People, and Beloved of the past Heirs. I have been a True, Obedient Queen, until now, and I pray to God to spare me this humiliation. But you, you are not one to strike me with this shame, you are not one to judge me of what I must do or what I should not of done, YOU are not one to interfere with business that is only meant for me, The Queen, in this stressful time. As for the woman you are "so" concerned about, she is neither YOUR business, nor mine.........................."
Aurora, breathing heavily do to her true speech of defense she was never capable of doing......Standing mighty before her maid, she proclaims her final words of grief and disappointment, looking straight into her eyes with pity...
"......you have insulted me in every possible way and can now have nothing further to say...............I must ask you to leave immediately.......and I trust you know your way to the exit, you do not need my guards to escort you..."
Aurora turns away from her and heads back to her seat in the Clinic, disappointed and stressed, now feeling that the world judges Aurora........
Feeling embarrassed, Aurora looks at Lucian instead of the woman; trying to feel comfort in her heart again, but feeling stronger than ever, to have done what she's done for the first time in her life, Protecting herself. But she knew, deep in her gut, that it was not the end of her defensive mode...Aurora looks back at the woman, peeking her head on her shoulder and whispers softly to her....."I am sorry she insulted you......" Giving the slightest sympathy to the woman she does not know to feel less shameful....
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 1:22 am
 Eponine silently looked at the Queen, she recognized her, most likely; as her majesty. Coming from all magnificent, glorious, wonderful and exalted fashion; Seemed to lose her vogue in all it's vanity, for an instance; she looked livid and distressed. Something in her seemed simultaneously lacking. Eponine shuddered, words failed to express the peculiar strangeness of the Queen that seemed very pronounce at that moment. T'was for her description, she still looked poised and elegant in all due respect that was rightfully her's. Her locks dropping from one side to another as she turned to the movements of the circumstance, this action only magnified her beauty. Her beauty was unexceptionally divine, it is the kind that surpasses all beauty she's ever seen. Perhaps this paramount being sufficed to send Eponine in an utter hazy and dreamy state. But what was even more ground-breaking to her was the fact that she was asked her name. It was genuinely ground-breaking to the point that it even bind every word that is about to express itself from Eponine's mouth. "Epo-" she stated but then remembered the name that she concealed for she was one of the most and foremost mischief-maker in Paris. "Lucy Then-" she said, with a quick-witted, but before she could continue, an insolent conversation dared to unravel itself before her own eyes, the corruption of the very heart. Eponine stared at the two forces, not wanting to eavesdrop, this was her majesty. But her ears failed to comply with what the purest of her brain was saying. She was scrutinizing the words well and looked at Monsieur Lucian, and with a witty smile she mouthed, "Oh Monsieur Lucian, you dog!" she said smiling, but then again surprised by the exclamation of insolence of the servant who seemed too vogue to be one. She felt compassion on the current state of her majesty, for even in such a noble state, in which she could have everything she could ever have wanted, she still was lacking. "Oh pshh! This woman is not even paying respect to her highness, to even converse with her is such a great opportunity." she scoffed at the back of her mind, yet still wandered about this "foreigner" that was actually, a "prince" "Mon dieu..." she mumbled. Still lost in thought. As the lady left, she was asked by this "superior entity" which she labeled as the Queen of France, someone who is not so easy to speak to, and you'll just miss the utter chance to see the horizon as a whole when you disgrace her, insult her, or even shove the thought of her away. This creature demanded every respect from Eponine as it was rightfully due. She'll never rue the day that she saw her face to face, but then she was apologized to, did she hear it right? Oh yes, truly, Eponine received an apology for the Queen. All she could do is drop her jaw and nod her head. OOC: I don't think Eponine is ooc here, c'mon, she's meeting the Queen.
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Tiffany Brick Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 2:15 am
Thinking over her proclamation to the mindless maid made Aurora wonder if the "respect", that Madame Lucy mentioned, was ever there......It made her think of the people, including her dear Lucian, who have disrespected her gravely, not treating her as Queen, but a witty girl. She thought about her role as the Supreme ruler of France; was her role fading away into the gray shadows of intolerance......was she capable of handling an more disrespecting remarks from her own people; the thought floated in her mind constantly.....
Aurora looks at Madame Lucy, seeing this slight smile coming out in the light of the room. She noticed a gentleness, but a discrete difference from Aurora. They are two different women, in different worlds, and yet, there lies the kindness that both worlds share. She wondered if Madame Lucy's world was easier than the trapped, enclosed life Aurora had, something she never suspected a Queen's life to turn out.....
Aurora speaks softly, with that gentle voice she speaks to everyone, but with confidence that has dropped to low self-esteem...."Well Madame Lucy, it looks to me such "respect" is lacking before their Queen..." she sadly says, looking at Lucian and holding his hands tightly.....
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 2:31 am
 Eponine smiled at her majesty, who looked too courteous enough to even talk to a common girl. Common girl... The word kicked itself on her hazy mind. She raised her hand from her chest to her shoulders as a woman examines her neck, or necklace, or even her dress. But Eponine examined briefly, her dress, her locks, even the tad-bits of details in her dress, the gold that shimmered itself in all glory that it is due. She examined the drastic change, yet again, in unbelief. Unbelief rather. Like when you say that it is warm during a winter wind, and ironically, the it felt very much warm in this room as the winter wind collided with France. This woman, Eponine, for a fact,in her clothing exemplified what might be call a bourgeois of good society, when looked upon outwardly. Extreme misery that combined with extreme neatness, but a quite sloppiness when observed closely. It is much clear that this woman, for a fact, is not well educated of the manners of high conduct. She heard the Queen speak then, about respect that she thought she mumbled in her mind. Did the Queen just read her mind? Might be. "If you will excuse me for speaking to you in a familiar way, your highness, I don't think that they even have the slightest of right, mannerly, to be here. As I don't." she said, trying to be modest. Modesty that is far from what she really is. She then looked awkwardly, but trying not to be noticed, at the Queen's hand who is holding Monsieur Lucian's hand tightly. She was trying absorb and comprehend what is unfolding between them. She didn't dare to ask about it to the Queen, but even so, her curiosity seems to hunger for more, and is never satisfied with beyond what is given.
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Tiffany Brick Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 3:12 am
Aurora glances at Madame Lucy, wondering how she could bring out such joy into a conversation, even if her reaction was concerning, yearning for Aurora to cheer up and to think positive.
"Of course...you're right Madame....perhaps dismissing such behavior will make this Palace glow in relief, no dark shadow in sight" She giggles as the thought fascinated her....perhaps all she wanted was peace, in her own home, where she was raised, where some good memories lie...
"But..........most of the people, who's respect to me goes out of hand..are the people whom I love most...." She says quietly, looking into Lucian's face. Aurora was not afraid to reveal her deep, true feelings to Lucian in front of a stranger; but the stranger she was speaking with made her comfort zone as relaxed as possible. It was all strange to Aurora; she knew there was a hint of a mysterious connection with Lucy, she just did not know how it was possible...
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 3:43 am
 Eponine returned nothing but a smile to the Queen, it was not a silence of disgrace, nor a silence of demeanor. But it was rather a response of unenlightened. Eponine was too careful to say any word that would further harm her situation. In all due wittiness, she did think of her safety this time, even if the tension between them is on loss, because there was no tension at all. It felt like an idle talk between two earth-bound people. That if weighed on a weighing scale, it would result to be as light as a feather and as slender as a figurine. Her breathing was in a haste, it was on a race; a race where your life is the cost of your loss. She still felt some familiarity with the Queen she barely know, let alone the name. But it was too dangerous to try the odds at them, she was afraid to do so. Not frightened by the odds of the superiority between them, but just a peculiar horror in brashness. No matter how she wished to be bold, to be pronounced. A being in her halted her in her tracks. However, the Queen needed response and her answer is still hanging, much to her dismay that she wished she was educated enough to think of a literate answer that her facial expression as of the moment looked quite ridiculous, in a sort when a young pup is lost around the woods and is looking for a way back home. In a way, people that have seen it would have adored this side of Eponine but she hated it. She hated being so ignorant, she wished for knowledge. She wished for it and raises her head to see the heavens, yet only the moon looks down. "I wish I could read..." she mumbled to herself as she saw some golden carvings, with a few writing embossed on the end table lamp, wherein above it was a portrait of the deceased King and Queen.
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Tiffany Brick Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 4:37 am
Aurora takes a long glance at Madame Lucy, examining her carefully, trying to figure out what she's thinking. Aurora sensed potential in this woman; a strong aura in her, making her capable of going through any kind of conflict. She wished to be more like her, strong like her, and not so weak from the outside; but Aurora knew she shared some of those qualities Madame Lucy had, she just needed to shape them well.
"Well...Madame Lucy....you are quite fascinating to listen to. I believe you are capable of doing anything.....I thank you for your advice and comfort on my behalf, I never suspected such kindness from someone I became acquainted with...." she smiled lightly, showing that glow that reappeared once again on her face. She holds on Lucian's hands tightly and lets go, kissing it and placing it comfortably at his side.....Aurora stands and faces Madame Lucy, giving her one last smile and saying "I hope you will be in good health and we can speak again sometime. Unfortunately, I must depart, for I have many situations to be resolved.......I thank you again for your consideration and patience.....you may stay as long as you like, I am happy you are here in good hands....good day Madame" Aurora made a friendly bowed, continuing to smile as she was about to exit. She took a last glance at Lucian and left the room quietly, feeling the breeze from the open windows disappearing from her body as she began to walk down the dark hallway, on her way to face the conflicts that waited for her in the Throne Room....
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 8:29 am
 Lucian slowly woke up from his long slumber, perhaps a slumber that was better in his opinion for it consisted with a well-written dream, dream that repeats itself in exhilaration, a dream where all this was right. Where he was never as hideous as he is currently, or rather how he feels about himself. This dream left Lucian in ecstasy during his days of sleep. He dreamt that he was in a place, a place illuminated by profound light, something brighten than the sun; yet doesn’t leave them blind. Something people there stare directly upon with great respect. The light shone as bright similar on how the world of this illusion was. Lucian lived there; he dined with them, prayed with them. In which is not a common trait of Lucian. He never prayed, we he did, it is the time when a man finds no hope in everything and their last resort is the infinite. But upon this dream, upon the story of that dream; the first character was indeed the infinite, second is man. This was what people called “heaven” and Lucian would, without admitting it in the real realm. But on an inside look upon this haven in which he resided and took comfort in; there was everyone he knew, everyone he loved, even the father that he lost, even the maiden that he loved. But on the contrary to everything that was laid upon this bliss: which seemed to have no peril, just eternal bliss. Lucian’s mind was creating such magnificent, honourable and plainly amazing things that none of the words said can describe. The light illuminating his illusion magnified it even more. But alas! There is a part in a person’s slumber when the angels of the blissful realm wakes up someone and tells him that he has to return to his temporary homeland; earth. Perhaps Lucian didn’t believe in this infinite being yet. Perhaps he did. It does not matter either way, because he was given another life after the fatal wound that would have took his life if not for God on high, which he did not know how to address. Lucian slowly opened his eyes, with a bit of blurry vision, and his stiffness engulfing his body, he cursed that day he woke up. He was such in euphoria that he didn’t realize it was even an illusion. It seemed so real, his dream. And waking up for him; seemed surreal. The moment that Lucian had exercised his limbs from it being numb and feeling stiff, he slowly sat up from his bed; carefully not to rush his blood. But this was no effect to what he was about to remember. A strange, faded and blurry memory that looked quite distant in his “just woke up from slumber” mind; revoked a scene. A scene that never revealed, display nor expose itself in his blissful dream, perhaps his blissful dream was just a taste of happiness that he might never ever know in his life that’s about to come. But now it’s all flashing back, from the Prince of Spain, Fernando; which makes him Monseigneur Fernando, making a bet with him. Whoever wins takes the Queen, and how stupid of him to agree. Lucian was clever, Lucian was literate, and more above those, Lucian was full of pride; The primary reason that he agreed to the stupid bet. But it is all done now and he has to leave her alone with him, perhaps escape the world, atone for his sins, pray to the one on high, whoever that person is, Lucian thought. He made his mind, without second thoughts, he thought genuinely about his love that seemed to be more genuine, clearer as something real and not an object of obsession. Aurora to him, somehow seemed to be the light that illuminated and somehow made his see things for what he never saw them before. This is why he decided to send to her this farewell note. Maybe by this, he thought, he might explain the things he is sorry for. Maybe by this, he thought, he might thank her for what he is thankful of. He nodded his head at this thought, not caring about the figure in his bed that seemed to look like someone he knew. He didn’t dare to think about it for he had one mission now: To write a letter. Lucian hurried to his chamber and took a sheet of papyrus and a neat pen for a finer texture of writing: ones he uses when he writes big scores and somewhat, something that needs the best quality of written music. He looked unto the broken mirror with eyes that is shattered with the reflection itself and the feelings itself. He shuddered and started writing, trying to make haste to leave for it would be too emotional if taken slowly. He is not fond of emotional goodbyes, and it would hurt Lucian too much if he does. And thus he begins writing: “Dear Aurora,
Perhaps I could call you that Mademoiselle? I really do not know what to start with; It seems like my mind is fading out and is on a state of a mental block. With all due literacy, I would tell you that my emotional state at this very moment is wavering. I feel an immense misery all throughout my veins. My blood ran cold the moment I realized that I lost you, that I lost my life. But I will try to lessen the pain this goodbye will result. I am not going to moon about things I have to keep to myself and carry alone, as the prominent proverb says; “You reap what you sow”. First of all, I wanted to apologize for everything that I’ve caused you: That I never got to treat you as the Queen of France and looked down on you, That I’ve caused you some discomfort or uneasiness through what I’ve been acting. And I am sorry for leaving you... You’ll understand when you read this letter further. But before all of those, I would like to express my profound gratitude upon you. You have shown me a glimpse of what I could have been part of; the light of the world. That by just tasting this glimpse, I knew how it feels like, I’ve tasted light. But no matter how hard I want to precede, my system recoils from it. I hate how my system and I are a contrary. But I do thank you for everything; love, respect, kindness, music. Oh how long I longed to hear you sing. But I guess that’s a distant wish now anyways. I still remember the bet with Monseigneur Fernando, and I want you to be happy with him. Unlike me, he’s a man of light, someone more suited for you. Above that, that is all I can say about him. Goodbye, mon amour. I am leaving now. Please do not look for me, nor even dare to think of it. Probably when you are reading this letter, God on high,(first time that Lucian speaks and fully recognizes his name) might have sent angels to take me away to a hell where I deserve. He might have sent the immense waves of the profound sea to engulf me. This means, I’m probably dead by now. Who knows? I currently look outside the window of my chamber, and the ocean is enraged, the waves crash on the sand. Then I stare into void of the skies, the righteous sentinel, and it is black and cold. I gazed into the void, of a world that cannot hold. Goodbye again, My Love.
I will always Love you,
Lucian Bellatre.” And with these words, the room seemed full of agony and sobs. The tension between Lucian and himself was so thick that even a knife would have difficulty in cutting it. He broke the mirror even more, his hand bled even more. He voice was rasp; his fingers are numb and bleeding. It looks as if he is not even an artist and a musician. It looks like he is some filthy beggar dressed in a bourgeois’ clothing. Like a wolf dressed as a sheep. If someone would have to be in this scene, that person would have shuddered and shared the same agony just by looking at this man in his utmost misery. No one would blame if he took his own life by this moment. Lucian hurried outside the palace and surpassed the guards which seemed to question of his leave, yet he paid no attention to either of them. He passed through the slums, not caring about each and every beggar and each and every thief who seem to stare at him, as if a predator found its prey. He shoved all of them aside. He then reached his destination, the docks: The docks where he could take a ship to the middle of nowhere, in which the waves could swallow him. In which where he could grow oblivious to the world. In which where he can be with God, or so he prayed. He prayed, for the first time in his life; he prayed with all serenity and truthfulness. After praying a long one, he rode the ship; not knowing where it went. But it went to Great Britain. Lucian stepped out of the deck and into the side of the driver; “Monsieur, the sea seems angry.” He said, trying to smile; only to receive no reply from the man who is stirring the wheel of the ship. He went near one of the handles and looked at the void ocean. If he could jump here, he can be saved; from everything, misery and sadness and darkness. He tried to lose himself, close his eyes and jump. He had this art of making himself unconscious for him not to feel the pain. And he did that this time; he lost his consciousness by his own artistry and intently lost his balance over the ship and into the sea. But little did he know that the crew saved him and he was in deep slumber until the ship went to England. It was days of travel, but the ship has almost reached the docks as Lucian slowly woke up. Changed into English clothing: as he was advised to. He knew English fluently, which is why he thought that it would not be hard to communicate. After several days that had passed since Lucian was on board and docked through the open seas of England, he fervently tried to earn a living; by every ways the he could. With all due intellect, art and mastery of weaponry, Lucian immediately rose to the ranks of a fine gentleman in a matter of weeks. His hard work paid off, he fervently looked after the jobs the he did and did them all with all excellence that he is due. Him rising to the ranks of a respected man around town rose only with the title and respect that it truly deserves. As for the money, he already had it ever since he was in France; it just expanded into numbers that he could not even dare to count; but with realism. It is not the part where a man is so abundant that he could buy the world. He could at least afford to quench his thirst for luxurious and fine stuffs. Even yet this man has all things in the world that poor people and wretched thieves could have asked for, there is a sepulchral presence beneath the smile of Lucian. Or at least, that’s what people said; he was filled with lividness that could not probably be painted by ordinary artisans that did not know his life much. There remained a mystery as the empty weeks passed by. But the spontaneity of supplying armed knowledge and constantly seeking new ways to improve the country’s weaponry, Lucian found an audience with the monarchs and soon enough rose to the ranks of a well respected man even in the Palace of Great Britain; the country that held it’s dominion over some of the superior countries to it: even France. But France did not think of this, as it thought there was a profound competition between these two countries that contrasted each of its flags to the extent of even its citizens. Some royals, even the monarchs themselves knew that Lucian was a Frenchman, which makes it even a compliment to them on how this man serves them with all his intellect and loyalty. “He was never loyal to France.” They thought. “He has a deep hatred upon the country that he came from.” Some whispered. But no one knows the true intention of this man, but God himself. Lucian would often come to the churches to pray, something the old him did not do. And by this, he decided to give himself a new Christian name; signifying his new birth in the God that had given him the new life that he lives in. Perhaps losing to the Prince of Spain; he found his calling. But the big question was: was it really a calling? But never mind these thoughts for the monarchs have heard a great deal of him in just months in England, and by these; he grew closer to the Queen of England, and the Prime Minister of England who believed that he should have been his genius grandson that passed away, even his son. Which is why when it was time for this Prime Minister; who held the absolute power over the powerful country passed away, Lucian took his place; As the youngest Prime Minister in the history of Great Britain. Which in is now known as, Prime Minister William Henry Hyde. Everyone in Great Britain, never knew him as Lucian but as Sir William Henry Hyde. With an improved peaceful look and a neutral expression, mixed with a little grave sadness, perhaps; Lucian, or shall we call him William, had found his stronghold. His clothing was improved, and changed. His appearance drastically changed, either looked younger due to his new found faith to the infinite in the times the he ventured to the unknown. But know one who knew him as Lucian would ever recognize a hint of Lucian in this figure. William, as a Prime Minister of Great Britain, held all of its problems and presented solutions; mostly for the better but sometimes it comes worse. But no one stays here on earth that is perfect. But behind all these, Aurora still remains in his bruised heart.  OOC: Sorry for taking too long, I've been thinking of this. I HAVE THE LONGEST POST NOW HAHAH!!!! 2,435 WORDS BEAT THAT!(Edited)
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2013 7:43 pm
After leaving her room, she walks down that same deluded hall, without a sound made....She could only hear the echo of her breathing and the echoes from the other rooms of the Palace.......
She finally reached the Clinic, hoping to see the woman, Madame Lucy, she met a few days ago...but she was no where to be found...gone......not one simple clue left from her disappearance........Aurora began to feel neglected, for she lost a good individual that reminded her of their bond, and how the two worlds collided and were peaceful........To her, it was more than an acquaintance.......a great respect and friendship was suddenly building that day, Aurora would never forget Madame Lucy......
Along with her disappearance, Lucian was gone as well.......Aurora walked to his bedside, where he was laying on before, and stroked the bed...wondering where her heart's desire had fled......The only thing that she thought of was his chamber at the west-wing of the Palace.....hoping that he still existed in the Palace, not so far from her........She wanted to confront him...to apologize....to speak with the man that always haunts her every step.......to make him understand that their relationship could never continue; but also professing her ultimate feelings towards him....to make him forget that he was betrayed.........Aurora knew what must be done.....
As she began to exit, a small voice from behind her, a recognized voice, startled Aurora as she turned around and peeked her head to the corner of the room......
"Your Majesty, do you need any assistance..you seem lost..."
The Elder Nurse she always knew said as she came closer to Aurora, with an expression of curiosity in her eye.....Aurora replied....
"......Not at the moment Madame.....I was just...."
"....Oh...I know my child...............He fled shortly after that woman disappeared.....but..I assure you his wounds have healed...he is now in great condition....But"
She spoke with an alarming tone, as if she knew what Aurora was up to....
"You know what must be done my dear Child.....He knew as well......Perhaps your answers will be found in his empty chamber......"
"...e...empty?...w...what do you mean......."
Aurora stuttered, her face cringed with confusion and her hands began to shake.....
"You must see for yourself...Aurora......"
The Elder Nurse said softly as she came closer to touch Aurora's cheek and caress it softly, as if the woman was her dear mother, caring for her with all her love and strength............Aurora was speechless, she could not bare to think that Lucian has fled...for good.....She needed to find out herself if her patron was right...She softly kissed her Patron's hand and ran out the room, heading to Lucian's chamber.....hoping to see his face once again.....
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