Disclaimer: I do not own the TD series and any of the TD series characters.
I am not sure I will continue with this story. I will only continue if someone asks. I am not sure where I will lead this story or how long I will make it, but whatever I do with it I hope it will entertain you!
Explanations will be in the Author's Note at the bottom of the page.
Enjoy :3
- Her Lost Soldier -
Prologue
Slowly closing my eyes I inhaled deeply. Crisp autumn air never went stale even when the season grew cold and neared expiring. I reached toward the window sill opening the panes a bit wider, enjoying the cool breeze playing along the hair on my arm. Goosebumps puckered along my skin and tingles ran along my shoulder blades and down my spine.
"Ah, this is magic"
Picking up the silver brush that sat on my vanity, I held it in my hand for a moment. As I sat on the velvet stool in front of the vanity, I ran my fingers over the intricate detail on the brush's handle. My mother's, and her mother's, and her mother's mother's fingers had once grazed upon the same details before running the boar bristles through their locks of thick, curled hair.
I hummed a tune as I slowly brushed my hair one hundred times. After I finished this nightly ritual, I reached for the red apple that sat by my brush and twisted its stem three times singing the same tune. I blew out all the candles around me, save for two, and stared into the vanity's mirror. I waited a minute. Then I waited two minutes. I sat in front of that mirror for a quarter of an hour before sighing. Will his face ever appear in my mirror? I've waited so long for his gaze.
Looking back to those years I had with him I feel foolish for not accepting his proposal of marriage. I was so conceited and haughty. Over-confident and too self-righteous for my own good. I still am.
"He may have not come tonight, but at least I will look good when he does."
When the war took what was dear to me, I had an epiphany like the angels themselves had come down and preached the truth to my very ears. I had to change. If it was not the war that took him from me, it would have been me who pushed him away.
I am still the same person I once was, but I do like to say I am much more subdued. I am still a stickler for the rules and quite stubborn, but I am able to control the harshness that once was bound to leap out of my mouth and stab the victim of my cruelties. Am I nice? No. Am I a Bitch? Yes. Has empathy and friendship made its way into my life?
I would say so.
Once I wanted to be completely independent (such an odd trait for a woman of the times, but I believe that is what attracted him to me). Too independent is no good. A woman, or any person for that matter, needs people to lean on for support.
"Who would want somebody who is needy and clingy anyway? Independence is a good thing…right Lune?" My white tuff-haired cat gave me a glance before lazily lounging the chaise in front of my bed. "I knew you would agree with me, mon petit chou!"
I finished humming the tune. Glancing at the miniature grandfather clock in the corner of my room, I decided it was time for bed. Sleep is what keeps me looking young. Without it, I would look like the ragged hag that my true age would suggest I am.
I slide into bed and twisted under the quilted comforter until I found a comfortable position. I fluffed my pillows and laid my head down, facing away from my window. Then I turned toward the window. I then shifted in bed a bit more.
"Ugh, this is pointless. Lune, I do not think the Sandman will be visiting me tonight." I received no response from my cat. Looking at the clock once more, the hands read witching time. "It seems to be a perfect time for that visit I have been meaning to make. I wonder if Hattie and Etta are too busy with customers tonight? Well, if they are, they will have to make time for me." With that, I flung the quilt off my body, leaped out of my nightgown and into something decent, and headed out of my house. I need answers that my tricks and spell aren't delivering. It is time to go to Hattie and Etta's shop. I must if they can help me contact him.
I will be reunited with my lost soldier.
I know it's confusing, but if anyone would like me to continue the story I will clear things up quickly.
Let me just say that this story is AU. The present time of the story is late 1910's, early 1920's. I really want to try and make the story as historically accurate as possible… that would also mean changing TD character names to names that where common during the period of their birth. If many are opposed to this I will leave their names as they are. Also, if I am writing anything historically incorrect, please PM me so I can fix my mistake.
Other TD characters will be come into the story if I do continue it.
I think that will be the end of my Author's Note :3 Thanks for reading!
~ Marlynn