Bitter Enemies
By: Enigma's Secret
Rating: T, for language, pranks, and hate
Note: This is what happens when my muse won't shut up and let me get some sleep. Ya happy now Muse?
Disclaimer: I don't own HoA, or sleep…
This story is dedicated to partomefan, without your encouragement-there was a good chance this story would have never been published.
And to Playtpie, for editing this and keeping me awake.
Thank you, both of you
Sorry for any mistakes!
Two figures ran across the dirt road. They were both holding packages that they held tightly to their chest, the hand holding the object was bone white. Their free hand was clasped to the other's hand, again bone white. If you passed by them you'd look at them, get scared of their terrified faces, turn, and walked away.
The people chasing them- well, that's a different story. They want the two people for many reasons.
I should be fair to give you more information, so I will tell you about our two, young, lovers.
One was a man and the other was a women. The man was a normal sight in the British countryside- he was a farmer in that area after all. However, the woman wasn't a normal visitor. She was of Egyptian origin, her lines of genetics were pure Egyptian, and her family wanted to keep that line pure. Too bad love and fate didn't agree with them.
Ah- I see that knowing look in your eyes. And-oh! - don't hide that smile! You think you figured out their love story? Ha! My dear reader, this isn't your typical love story!
This is history.
As history goes, usually high class girl/boy falls for a lower class girl/boy. The family disagreed and yaddie, yaddie, yah.
Okay, if you guessed that part…then you're right. The two lovers were running away from their families.
Yes, their families hated each other. Gods you are such a know-it-all-aren't you!
Take your-know-it-all-ness and leave!
Please.
No, I'm not being rude. I'm trying to protect you!
Seriously!
Our two lovers (who were now slowing to a walk, passing cotton fields), would beg for you not to read this. They don't want to put you in danger, but I'm crying as I write this. For if no one knows the story-no one will know the truth. I will not die-knowing that the truth is covered by lies-I will not be the only one who knows how their story ends.
The women stops and falls to the dirt road, the man hurries to catch his love and takes the package out of her hands and sets it next to his own. The women started to cry and the man embraced her, stroking her long, black hair. After a few more tears and words of encouragement, the two walked onto a farm that was just off the left side of the road.
The women whispered something to the man and went to the farm across the street.
Both farms were cotton farms and both of them had two wells.
The women looked around the farm she walked on. The farm was simple: house, barn, and field. First well she saw what the well the family was using, so she wandered along the side of the house-careful to be as quiet as a mouse- and saw a well behind the house. Led by her instincts (what I call gut institution), she took a note (hidden in her dress pocket) and tucked it into the wrapping paper around the package. Walking towards the well, she dropped the objects into the dry well. A dull 'thud' bounced off the stone walls when it reached the bottom. She sent a prayer, praying that the person that find it will take her advice and not end up like her and her love.
On the other farm, the man dropped the package in a well by the (empty) chicken coop. He heard a thud from the bottom and he looked at the house to make sure none of its residences awoke. After a few moments (minutes, hours-he doesn't know or care) he walked away from the house and went to her.
The man and women ran to embrace each other, knowing that their time on Earth was coming to an end. They looked at the other's face, remembering their love on Earth and they kissed. It was full of true love, passion, and understanding.
As they kissed, the sky began to lighten, along with the wells.
They separated and said the promise words that held their hearts together forever, "I love you."
Two trails red smoke moved to the lovers. The separate red cloud joined to make a ruby snake-and like a viper it quickly rushed to the lovers, ending their life as they gazed into each other's eyes.
The smoke didn't care who it killed it just wanted to kill. It moved to the house on the left and then across the street. It killed every person, plant, and animal (or insect) on those two farms. The smoke then split apart and each trail went back into its well.
The sun started its rise, but red never faded to orange then to yellow. No, that day the sunrise and sunset were blood red.
I am open to any suggestions for the story! I do need help with coming up with pranks...any ideas?
Thank you for reading! *Hug*