In times of old Stuart lives, lived a young peasant girl; hair to her
waist, black as the night; eyes that were blue, blue as the day; yet her
heart was heavy with the torment from the villagers. About her past, about
her mother; her mother worshipped and seduced the devil to gain power, to
destroy the village. It was believed that she also had the power to destroy
the village, though she did not hold with such evil, evil that was given a
second name meaning devil worshipper, witch. Though there was no proof of
witchcraft in her so without proof, they could not 'send' her back to the
devil to love for an eternity.
Two years after her mother's death, Gemini had no problems with the past judgmental rumours of her mother's 'ambition' to destroy the village. The day started bright with the sound of spring and the smell of flowers, mixed with the everyday fumes of manure from the farm, yards from her cottage at the edge of the forest. Gemini awoke on the sound of a knocking; the farmer's son had appeared with a bouquet of flowers. She quickly got dressed in her long brown dress and put on her shawl. She then opened the door.
'Mornin' Gemini! Can I come in?' he asked, giving her the flowers.
She was not certain about him, always trying to shimmy magic out of her to make the villagers believe she is a witch. Though he was being nice, she might as well let him have a chance to prove he is not such a bad person.
'Do sit down, Simon.' She gestured to the seat by the fire. 'Would you like some cider?'
'I certainly would Miss Gemini!'
He held the mug as if it was about to explode in his hand, then eyed it cautiously, then took a sip and was satisfied with it. Unknown to him, Gemini was watching. He still believes I'm trying to do witchcraft. He finished the mug and put it on the side.
'So, spring is in the air again, eh?'
'Yes! Hopeless fools falling in love, Lamb's born and bud's growing. The start of the New Year.'
'Yes.' He said, stretching an arm around her waist pulling her close.
'What do you think you are doing?' Gemini asked angrily.
'Oh, I'm hugging the most bootiful girl in the village!' he said wistfully, gazing at her august blue eyes. 'Y'know we've been 'aving problems with your past fer two years now.'
'You mean 'you' have been having these problems with my past, Simon Jones.' She said, still in shock from what the farmer's son was doing to her.
He then picked her up and on to his lap. She struggled a bit; this was not what she expected. He then tightened his grip around her waist, feeling happy that he had finally got what he had came for. There was no escape from the strong arms of the tall boy, with hair that was black and still growing around the jaw. He turned her towards him and said 'It's a new start to a bootiful relationship, love.' Then kissed her she tried to break the kiss, but emotion and an angelic heart drove in to first gear.
He broke the kiss and smiled 'So it's a truce then, my dear.'
'Yes.' she gulped. He nodded and kissed her again.
The time flew as their romance grew, the farmer and his wife were happy. They helped Gemini move any evidence of her mother's actions although she forgot one piece, her mother's diary. Herbert, Simon's father sorted out their wedding day. Arthur Goodwill the vicar set the date to the fourteenth day of June. Simon came on the Twelfth Day to see his to be bride.
'Honey! I'm home!' he looked around and saw the diary, it looked liked like a normal book and Gemini had taught him to read. To his horror, he found things like,
January the16th,
I slaughtered the foolish man to my real love, the devil.
October the twelfth,
I have learned a new spell. Only twelve more to go.
Two years after her mother's death, Gemini had no problems with the past judgmental rumours of her mother's 'ambition' to destroy the village. The day started bright with the sound of spring and the smell of flowers, mixed with the everyday fumes of manure from the farm, yards from her cottage at the edge of the forest. Gemini awoke on the sound of a knocking; the farmer's son had appeared with a bouquet of flowers. She quickly got dressed in her long brown dress and put on her shawl. She then opened the door.
'Mornin' Gemini! Can I come in?' he asked, giving her the flowers.
She was not certain about him, always trying to shimmy magic out of her to make the villagers believe she is a witch. Though he was being nice, she might as well let him have a chance to prove he is not such a bad person.
'Do sit down, Simon.' She gestured to the seat by the fire. 'Would you like some cider?'
'I certainly would Miss Gemini!'
He held the mug as if it was about to explode in his hand, then eyed it cautiously, then took a sip and was satisfied with it. Unknown to him, Gemini was watching. He still believes I'm trying to do witchcraft. He finished the mug and put it on the side.
'So, spring is in the air again, eh?'
'Yes! Hopeless fools falling in love, Lamb's born and bud's growing. The start of the New Year.'
'Yes.' He said, stretching an arm around her waist pulling her close.
'What do you think you are doing?' Gemini asked angrily.
'Oh, I'm hugging the most bootiful girl in the village!' he said wistfully, gazing at her august blue eyes. 'Y'know we've been 'aving problems with your past fer two years now.'
'You mean 'you' have been having these problems with my past, Simon Jones.' She said, still in shock from what the farmer's son was doing to her.
He then picked her up and on to his lap. She struggled a bit; this was not what she expected. He then tightened his grip around her waist, feeling happy that he had finally got what he had came for. There was no escape from the strong arms of the tall boy, with hair that was black and still growing around the jaw. He turned her towards him and said 'It's a new start to a bootiful relationship, love.' Then kissed her she tried to break the kiss, but emotion and an angelic heart drove in to first gear.
He broke the kiss and smiled 'So it's a truce then, my dear.'
'Yes.' she gulped. He nodded and kissed her again.
The time flew as their romance grew, the farmer and his wife were happy. They helped Gemini move any evidence of her mother's actions although she forgot one piece, her mother's diary. Herbert, Simon's father sorted out their wedding day. Arthur Goodwill the vicar set the date to the fourteenth day of June. Simon came on the Twelfth Day to see his to be bride.
'Honey! I'm home!' he looked around and saw the diary, it looked liked like a normal book and Gemini had taught him to read. To his horror, he found things like,
January the16th,
I slaughtered the foolish man to my real love, the devil.
October the twelfth,
I have learned a new spell. Only twelve more to go.
