Hello :) This is my first fanfic ever so please be nice to me and I'm sorry in beforehand if you hated it... I don't even know if anyone reads Secret of Moonacre / Little White Horse fanfic anymore but at least I do XD hope you like it and please leave reviews.
I was leaning against a column at the cemetery on the edge of London. It was a cloudy and cold day and it looked like the sky was mourning to. The sky looked like it would burst in to tears any minute now. The ceremony was about to come outside from the church. The bells rang and the funeral party started walking down the stairs of the old, but beautiful church.
My father sent me to London the moment he heard about a Merryweather's death. He hoped deeply that it would have been a young girl who had died, instead of an old man, as the case was now. I just couldn't understand why my father cared so much about a little girls death. One less Merryweather in the world was enough for me. But then it hit me. My father had hoped for the death of the last moonprincess.
The whole feud thing between the De Noir clan and the Merryweather clan is a hell of a long story. But long story short a De Noir girl fell in love with a Merryweather boy, but the moonpearls revealed the true nature of the girls father and the boy. The moonprincess hid the pearls and put a curse on the valley. If the pearls weren't returned to the sea before the 5000 moon, the valley would deluge to eternal darkness.
Yes, it's a really dark story but it's true, or thats what I have heard my whole life. My father and, well, the whole clan believes that if the curse comes true, the De Noir's will finally rule over the valley. I don't really know what to believe…
The funeral party walked to two graves of which the first one was dug open. The men who where carrying the casket lowered the casket gently in to the grave.
That is when I saw her. The red headed Merryweather girl who was probably the last moonprincess. She was wearing a black, heavy looking, dress and her red curly hair hung on an half-loose braid with some silk ribbons in it, against her back. She looked pale, but not in a bad way but in an extremely beautiful way. Stop it Robin! You are not thinking of her like that.
Anyway, she didn't look sad, more brave then sad actually.
She threw a rose on to the casket while the others sang. She threw another rose on the grave next to the open one. I don't know how she is so held up together, I mean that are her parents in those graves!
Then suddenly she turned to look at me and I just froze. We had eye contact for a couple of seconds but turned away when an old lady called at her. Maria. That was her name.
Before I had time to make any more mistakes someone pulled me back in to the trees.
"What the hell Robin! She saw you." said one of my men, Charles. He was really annoying and the biggest idiot on earth.
"Get of me! Anyway, it was only a second. It's good for her to experience some fear." I said, except for that last part which I muttered for my self. I couldn't get over her eyes, her beautiful, warm, green, trusting, eyes which were filled with so much love… STOP Robin! You are an idiot. F-o-c-u-s-e.