A/N: I've already written most of this out. I'm just going to post it slowly instead of posting it all at the same time. Its only about 4 chapters because it was originally just a one shot but it ended up A LOT longer than I expected it to be. Anyway just let me know what you think of it in the reviews. Thank you!
ALSO: I want to start a new story but I'm not sure who to do it about. So if you have suggestions tell me. I'd love to here them.
Godric looked down at the old binding. He couldn't remember the last time he opened the leather cover. He couldn't imagine the last time he flipped through the thin, worn out pages. He couldn't remember the last time his fingers ran over the words that he knew so well. The words were like a memory to him. He knew every sentence by heart. He didn't even need to look at them to know how this story ended. It was engraved in his memory forever. Anne was in his memory forever.
March 13th, 1515
When I opened this book today and saw the empty pages my heart sank in my stomach. Father promised a new story for me to read. He promised I would love this more than anything but without writing I didn't understand the point. As I sit here now with my thoughts and writing I know exactly why he did it. I know what he wants and expects from me. I have a story. I have a voice. I have thoughts to write that need to be read by others. Now I can do this. So I'm starting from the beginning. I don't know where this will go or how it will end but I know how I want it to start. At least for now.
Living in England may not have been ideal if you aren't in with the King but its simple. I like it. I've always liked it. Mother and Father never had a lot of things growing up. So we children never expected a lot of things either but we never needed anything else. I like my life the way it is. Father likes working in the fields, if he doesn't he makes sure that it seems that way. Mother likes staying in and working with my sisters.
I have 5 sisters. Oldest is Kate, at 17, I'm the second oldest at just 16. Mother and Father had problems having more children after us but they never gave up. Father always wanted a son but he never got one. My four younger sisters are Christine, 10 years of age, Justine, 8 years of age, Matilda, 5 years of age, and the youngest Mary, was just born a few weeks ago. Our house is full but its happy. I like it that way.
I hope that one day when I find the person I'm supposed to be with and get married I can have a large family. There is nothing like it in this world. Its the most amazing thing some one could wish for. I adore it.
Godric shut the book. He couldn't stand to read anymore. Anne just described everything she wanted and Godric hated reading that part. He hated it more than anything he ever hated in his life. He wanted to forget that part but he couldn't. He'd never be able too. Those words played over and over in his mind as he placed the book into the fireplace and watched as it lit itself on fire. The pages burned quickly because of how old they were. The book was instantly gone forever. Never to be read by another mind.
He stared into the flames as he felt the feelings from the journal coming out and entering his mind again. They pushed themselves into Godric. They wanted him to remember even when he wanted nothing more than to forget about it. Not all of it but just the bad parts, the parts that made him so angry and regretful.
Godric didn't need to see the words to remember them. He shut his eyes hoping they would go away but they were burned on the inside of his eye lids. The pages flipped through and the words were played in his mind. He heard Anne's voice speaking to him.
April 21st, 1515
Everything around me has become so strange and different lately. Mister Johnson, Father's friend from down the road, came to our home yesterday. His son, William, had been missing for a few days and they finally found his body. No one knows what killed him but they suspect it was an animal hiding in the forest somewhere. Now no one is supposed to go there in the dark.
Kate is the most upset from everyone. She was more than in love with William and he felt the same way for her. I know they were planning on getting married but they just hadn't told their families about it. I can see it in her face that she feels betrayed and lonely now. Shes angry with God but she won't admit it to anyone but me. Shes been crying herself to sleep at night. I can hear her rapid breathing even though she pretends shes dealing with everything normally. I just wish she could go back to normal.
Last night I couldn't sleep so I decided to go for a walk. I knew it was unsafe but I felt something growing inside me. It was telling me to go, to go into the forest. My thoughts were telling me not too but I couldn't stop. I just continued to walk. When I reached the trees the wind had stopped blowing. Everything was still and silent. Not even the bugs were making noise and that scared me. I felt my heart beating faster and faster in my chest and I felt like it was pumping through my ears. But I didn't turn to go back. I just stood there. That's when I saw him.
I don't know what he was but he was like nothing I'd ever seen. He was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen in my life. He was bent near the water washing his skin slowly. His skin was pale and he wasn't wearing clothes. I knew it was sin to look at him but I couldn't stop. His body was covered in some sort of writing I'd never seen before. His eyes were bright but they had dark circles around them. His hair was so dark it stood out against the rest of him. He stood and began to dress himself.
I knew, at that moment, I had to leave before he saw me. I needed to go. I turned quickly and began the walk back to my home. I heard the sticks and leaves snapping under my bare feet but I didn't care. I walked faster but stopped when I felt a sharp pain in my foot. I felt my body fall to the ground suddenly. I pushed myself up so I was sitting now. I looked down at my feet and saw blood coming from my foot. I noticed a rock close by. I knew I stepped on because the red liquid was on it and it was still flowing out.
"Are you hurt?" I heard a voice ask from in front of me suddenly. I looked up and my eyes connected with his. They were glowing brightly in the night. I didn't know how he had gotten to me so quickly or how I hadn't even heard him near me but I was too afraid to think of that right then. "Are you injured?" He looked at my foot. His hands reached out grabbing it without my permission. I'd never had a boy or man touch me, other than hugs from Father, but I was too scared to pull away from his touch. His hands ran over my exposed ankle. His skin felt cold. "It isn't hurt. You just cut yourself." He said looking back at my eyes. "You shouldn't be out here so late." He said sounding concerned.
"I just went for a walk. Thats all." I said frightened by him and not knowing anything about him. He was so different than any other person I'd seen in my life. He seemed almost non human. "I was going back home." I hoped he wasn't going to hurt me. I just wanted to be back in my room then.
"You should go now." He said standing quickly. "It isn't safe out here, not when its dark at least." He said firmly. He held out his hand so I could grab it to help steady myself. I took it, to scared to offend him if I didn't take it. I turned my feet and walked quickly until I was back home. I got in my bed. I felt my heart beating harder than it ever had in my life. My body was shaking with fear but my mind was so curious, more curious than it should be.
