Well... hello! This is the second story I've started. My first one is called "From Here the Clouds are the Same". It's an Escaflowne fanfiction, and I am very fond of it. I will be working on it at the same time I am working on this one, so if you like Escaflowne... please go read! I got the idea for this story while listening to "The Promised Land" from Final Fantasy VII, and FFVII Advent Children. It is the song I imagined to play in the background while the whole preface scene is taking place. If you have it... please listen to it while reading... it gives a nice effect! I love music... it is cool and beautiful. But... I will make this a full-fledged story with long chapters and such, so please don't base it off of the preface... even though it is a little... scary. It will be a good story. I'm excited! I love the anime, so I wanted to write a fanfiction... and I couldn't wait until I got to see the rest of the anime. So, I take liberty with the plot. ALOT of liberty. Please enjoy! Thanks!
The drum roll beat out across the vast sea of heads in the main square of Neo Verona. The victim's were crouched on the dais raised far above the people, their hands tied mercilessly behind their backs. The people of Neo Verona gasped and cried; little girls wiping their eyes with their tiny hands, the older girls sobbing uncontrollably. The mothers tried their best to console their children, while the men and sons wondered at how they should feel. Half outraged and half agreed?
Duke Montague was nowhere to be found on this horrific day.
Hermione sat up beyond the dais, the arms of Mercutio wrapped around her in solace and comfort. But it would not help the tears and lack of breathing that had seemed to find her on this day.
The executioners approached the victim's with their betraying masks hiding their faces. The axes gleamed in their black gloved hands.
Conrad rasped hoarsely, his voice gone from the amount of crying he had gone through in the last day. He struggled tiredly through the wall of people. "FRANCISCO!!! CURIO!!! SAVE HER! SAVE LADY JULIET!" His efforts were fruitless. He glanced around him with tear-stained eyes to notice that Francisco had given up trying to get to Juliet and was instead trying to steady the anger of Curio.
"IT'S TOO LATE!!! DON'T KILL INNOCENT PEOPLE!" Francisco cried.
"THEIR IN MY WAY!!! WE HAVE TO SAVE HER!!!" Curio was ruthless. A little girl fell to the ground, crying from her scrape.
Benvolio was watching the dais with his mouth gaping open in horror. Never would he expect Duke Montague to do something so rash, so horrible. Cordelia clung to him, screaming over and over the name of the girl she loved, the girl she would die for.
"SAVE HER!!! SAVE JULIET!" She cried. Benvolio could not answer. His shock was too immense.
On the dais, Juliet Fiamatta Asto Capulet was calm and serene, her face have obscured by a fat, ugly bruise. Her hair was cut raggedly, the prize she had owned happily for most of her life was destroyed. Her wrists were cut slightly, and the bandages badly needed to be changed. But she looked anything but distraught. She looked like a queen, even in her rough and bloody splendor. She stared patiently across at her only comfort.
He sat there, covered in much worse than she. He had been beaten severely when he had tried to save her from their malice. Dried blood caked the left side of his face, and both eyes were black and bruised. He wasn't recognizable, but she knew him in her heart. He was her Romeo, her love. This was their punishment. The Duke Montague had ordered the execution of his own son.
Romeo tried to smile at her, his eyes welling up with tears as the time slowed. "I'm so sorry, Juliet."
Juliet shook her head painfully. "No. I love you, Romeo." She nodded at him, feeling another wave of calm wash over her. He nodded back, and repeated his vows with his eyes.
"In life and in death…" she choked out, finally smiling at his hopeful expression.
"I love you." The words fell over her like the rain of Escalus. It was a blessing. The drum rolls stopped, and so did all of the sound of the world. She only heard his breathing, then the whoosh of the axe, then the sound of bliss. Finally, they could be together.
Me again! Just popping in to say, I hope you liked it and will continue to read it! It will get better... I promise! ... but... if you can, please review! It would make me so happy! Um... well... please regard me kindly! And thank-you. Long live the Iris... and her love...