| Board : | |
| Author : | |
| Subject : | |
| Date : | |
|
One snowy evening a young maiden was walking through the market place trying to decide what too cook for her betrothed. She has fiery red hair that waves like the sea, eyes of emerald green that twinkle like stars and skin so fine the wind itself gets jealous of how smooth it is. Walking up to a Kiosk of fresh fruit and vegetables, she smells the aroma of the delicacies. Looking around she picks the finest and ripest fruit in the baskets. "My lord, what a fine selection you have here today sir!" she said to the man behind the cart. "Might I ask where you get these prime fruits and vegetables?" "Tis a secret M'lady." He said and then winked at her. "But for one as lovely and divine as you, I will give you a special. Two red apples for the price of one." "Thank you kind sir! I am Gabrielle." She said coy-like slipping that in. "My my Gabrielle, what an enchanting name." He replied. "My name is Jeran. Son of the Blacksmith Coren." "My my, Coren forged my husbands sword for combat. He is a very skilled blacksmith. How is he these days? I don't hear much of him." "He passed away many moons ago." Jeran said, wistfully. "He lives on in his armor and weaponry. He forged me this dagger that I use on my crops." Although he did not mean to give away his secret, that he himself grew these fine fruits and vegetables, Gabrielle decided to pretend not to hear it, paid for 4 apples, and an assortment of vegetables and invited him for dinner in honor of his father. * * * While cooking dinner Gabrielle's husband, Pollux, arrived home. She looked at him and smiled, rightfully so. He was a ruggedly handsome man with a wild mane of raven black hair kept neatly trimmed short, his chisled body gleamed with sweat since he just got home from combat training yer his smile was brighter than ever when he saw his wifes face light up when he walked in the door. "Pol, my dear, we will be having company for dinner." She said. "It is the son of the Blacksmith Coren. His name is Jeran, the new green grocer in the market place." "Lovely, my dear" he replied with much curiosity in his mind. Pollux wandered into the lavatory to clean up. Upon looking in the mirror he noticed he had dirt all over him. Filling the stone tub with steaming water he crawled in and soaked for a few minutes and then started to wash up. Imagining why his wife would invite a stranger over for dinner. Finally clean, shaved and out of the tub he walks into the other room and goes to kiss his wife on the cheek, when he looks over and there is a man on the sofa. "Hello, you must be Jeran, I am Pollux, Gabrielle's husband." Pollux said, surveying Jerans stature. "Yes sir, I am." Jeran replied. "I hear you have a creation of my fathers. May I see it?" "Okay." Pollux unsheathes his sword and holds it up to Jeran's throat. "Who are you and why have you come to this village!" "Pollux! Stop this nonsense now you're scaring me!" Gabrielle cried as she dropped the frying pan. "It's fine Gabrielle." Jeran replied. "You want to know why I am here? I am here to avenge my fathers death. My father was murdered and he only ever forged one blade that would destroy the beast who has slain him. That blade rests in your hand and I need that blade." "This is ridiculous. How can you imagine I would just hand you my sword right here." Pollux replied. "Because if you want your wife to live--" Jeran vanishes and reappears behind Gabirlle. "--you will hand me your sword, NOW!" "Pollux, don't do it!" Gabrielle replied. Pollux looked from his wife to Jeran. Without thinking he tried to plunge his sword into Jeran's stomach but Jeran was too quick, he took Gabrielle's life and vanished before Pollux could reach him. Sobbing, his wife hands him a scroll. "This parchment will explain everything." With that she died. Leaving only her Grace. | |