DISCLAIMER: This may come as a surprise..but I don't actually OWN these
characters! *shock horror* and I assure whoever is looking to sue me that I
am not making any money from this.so :P:P
Sorry for spelling and grammar mistakes!
"Marguerite, what does it say?"
Marguerite was staring with wide-eyed interest at the inscription on the wall of the shadowed cave. Her companion Lord John Roxton was standing three feet away, watching the beautiful woman with a mixture of amusement and impatience. The latter won him over.
"Marguerite!" he repeated, "We haven't got all day; if we're not at the tree-house by dark the others will worry."
Marguerite looked up at Roxton and said, "Ok ok! I'm done."
"Well?!" he said a little harsher than he meant to. Roxton sighed slightly. Both He and Marguerite were tired from the long hunting trip they had set out on two days ago and when it had started to rain they had both happily taken cover the cave nearby. Now the rain had stopped and they were still sitting in the cave, all because he had opened his stupid mouth and pointed out the carvings on the walls. Marguerite had taken a look and had been totally absorbed in the script until now.
"It's written in an unusual dialect of ancient Greek," she explained with enthusiasm that made Roxton wonder if it were a treasure map. "It was written by a certain person who took shelter in the caves. It's an account of their life, pretty interesting."
Roxton noticed the way she had said 'certain person' and arched his eyebrows, "What exactly do you mean by 'certain person'?"
"Oh. Well I can't say for sure who it was you know, it could have been written by somebody else from her perspective, but that would be unlikely because they wouldn't have been able to..."
"Marguerite!" Roxon said warningly.
"Oh ok well according to the script on the wall, which could possibly be wrong I must add, the inscription was made by Persephone and the account on the cave matches the story of her life that we know, with a few more personal details." She bit her lip and peered at Roxton, waiting for his reaction. When she was met by his blank expression she added, "The Persephone! Queen of the Underworld!" When his expression remained bemused she sighed exasperatedly," You really don't know your Greek mythology too well do you?!"
Roxon gave a small smile at her exasperation and nudged playfully at her shoulder. "Why don't you explain it to me?" he suggested with a grin.
"Ok," she sighed, but she was now smiling too.
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Veronica stood on the balcony of the tree-house glaring at the jungle, as if she could make her two friends appear if she stared hard enough. Ned Malone watched her secretly from the table where he sat with his journals. "Veronica, he called from where he was sitting. "You shouldn't worry. It's not dark out yet and knowing Marguerite she probably made Roxton stop a hundred times on the trip to rest, and a hundred times more to go looking for this precious stone or that. Besides," he added "You know Roxton would never let anything happen to Marguerite."
"Yes." She said, moving away from the balcony. "You're probably right and I'm worrying about nothing."
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I'm not sure if I should bother with this story at all, but I will anyway just to spite my friend who said I couldn't write a story for peanuts ;)
Anyway, review and let me know what you think. Ideas are always appreciated!
Sorry for spelling and grammar mistakes!
"Marguerite, what does it say?"
Marguerite was staring with wide-eyed interest at the inscription on the wall of the shadowed cave. Her companion Lord John Roxton was standing three feet away, watching the beautiful woman with a mixture of amusement and impatience. The latter won him over.
"Marguerite!" he repeated, "We haven't got all day; if we're not at the tree-house by dark the others will worry."
Marguerite looked up at Roxton and said, "Ok ok! I'm done."
"Well?!" he said a little harsher than he meant to. Roxton sighed slightly. Both He and Marguerite were tired from the long hunting trip they had set out on two days ago and when it had started to rain they had both happily taken cover the cave nearby. Now the rain had stopped and they were still sitting in the cave, all because he had opened his stupid mouth and pointed out the carvings on the walls. Marguerite had taken a look and had been totally absorbed in the script until now.
"It's written in an unusual dialect of ancient Greek," she explained with enthusiasm that made Roxton wonder if it were a treasure map. "It was written by a certain person who took shelter in the caves. It's an account of their life, pretty interesting."
Roxton noticed the way she had said 'certain person' and arched his eyebrows, "What exactly do you mean by 'certain person'?"
"Oh. Well I can't say for sure who it was you know, it could have been written by somebody else from her perspective, but that would be unlikely because they wouldn't have been able to..."
"Marguerite!" Roxon said warningly.
"Oh ok well according to the script on the wall, which could possibly be wrong I must add, the inscription was made by Persephone and the account on the cave matches the story of her life that we know, with a few more personal details." She bit her lip and peered at Roxton, waiting for his reaction. When she was met by his blank expression she added, "The Persephone! Queen of the Underworld!" When his expression remained bemused she sighed exasperatedly," You really don't know your Greek mythology too well do you?!"
Roxon gave a small smile at her exasperation and nudged playfully at her shoulder. "Why don't you explain it to me?" he suggested with a grin.
"Ok," she sighed, but she was now smiling too.
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Veronica stood on the balcony of the tree-house glaring at the jungle, as if she could make her two friends appear if she stared hard enough. Ned Malone watched her secretly from the table where he sat with his journals. "Veronica, he called from where he was sitting. "You shouldn't worry. It's not dark out yet and knowing Marguerite she probably made Roxton stop a hundred times on the trip to rest, and a hundred times more to go looking for this precious stone or that. Besides," he added "You know Roxton would never let anything happen to Marguerite."
"Yes." She said, moving away from the balcony. "You're probably right and I'm worrying about nothing."
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I'm not sure if I should bother with this story at all, but I will anyway just to spite my friend who said I couldn't write a story for peanuts ;)
Anyway, review and let me know what you think. Ideas are always appreciated!