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Author's Note: When I was in sixth grade, I read Tuck Everlasting for the first time. (PS: I despise the ending) I fell in love with Jesse right away. The idea first came to my mind way back then. Hunter Everlasting and His Lady Love. This is just the background of the story I intend to write.
Hunter Everlasting
Long ago
When the world was new
The Daughter of the Stars came
No one knew where she came from
Hair the color of honey
Eyes like rainbows
Beauty unsurpassed
She came
For millennia she dwelt among them
Living as one of them
Gathering
Laughing
Eating
Twilight came
And the Daughter of the Stars passed silently into the night
At the spot she disappeared
Out of their world forever
A pool of water formed
A voice
Speaking to her lover
Her love that she was forced to leave behind
Passed down the knowledge of the Purpose of the pool
Only he knew of the Purpose
Until the knowledge would be passed down to his successor
Speaking to the people
Who listened because he was the father of the Heir and the Lover of the Daughter
A Purpose to be followed
A Purpose to be prepared for
On to the Lover it fell
To prepare the people for that day
To prepare the Heir for that day
Until then the pool must be protected
Until the Purpose was fulfilled
Generation after generation
The bloodline of the Daughter continued
Taught to be leaders from birth
Taught to be warriors
Wise-men and Wise-women
Humble
Servants of the People
On the day of their eighteenth birthday
The knowledge of the Purpose was passed on
On that day the burden of their ancestors became theirs
Millennia passed in this way
Eternal cycle
One son and one daughter in each generation
Never falling from sickness or the Hunt
Each to carry on the Bloodline
Until something went wrong
Three millennia after the Daughter departed
The enemies of the People grew numerous
The Hate of the People burned through their blood
And the enemies plotted the destruction of the People
Upon the night they stole
In one swift stroke
Destroyed the people
Destroyed their buildings and tents
Cut down the innocents in savage Hate
No chance was given for the doomed to defend themselves
The enemies were too numerous
Too hateful
All fell and all burned
All hope for the Purpose seemed to be lost
But two survived
Hunter
His name has been lost to history
Swift on his feet
Quick with the bow
Unconcerned with the Bloodline
For he was the youngest son of the Heir
Had listened
Hidden
As the knowledge of the Purpose was given to his older brother
Forgotten temporarily and pushed to the back of his mind
Just a boy
Innocent of life's troubles and pain
Brought up in the shelter of his family
Growing up listening to the stories of the Bloodline
Memorizing the stories and tales to pass on
They were but stories
Tales of imagination and illusion
The Hunt was successful
The bounty of meat ready to be cooked
When a light was seen in the distance
Flames
Screams
Terror
Warriors on black mounts spotted the Hunter
Bounty left behind
Hunter fought to get back to his home
Fought for his very life
Too many to take on directly
The Hunter fled
Into the woods behind which he had just emerged
Running
Fear
After all he was only a boy
Had never thought of the cruelty that the enemies were capable of
Never thought of the pain of seeing his home burn
His people die
Terror now
Laughter of the mounted warriors behind him
Pain
As his shoulder exploded in pain as an arrow sailed
Falling to the ground
A cry on his lips
More pain
Indescribable pain as his killers laughed
Picked up roughly
Thrown at one of the men
Hazy now
Barely conscious
As a tree was felt behind his back
Blackness as he felt the ropes
Laughter
Cruel laughter
Pain
Blood
Everything hurt
Ropes dug into his skin
Burns everywhere
Darkness again
Sweet darkness
Again
All over again
Then sweet darkness
Then it was over
His killers left him
Lying on the ground
Too tortured to move
Every breath hurt
Pain everywhere
Numbness where the ropes had held him
Unable to move
Wetness
His bloody hand was wet
Lying in a pool of water
Slowly painfully raising his head
A fountain
Pool more like
Remains of small stone walls held back the water
Struggling
To sit up as much as he could
Unable to
Coughing
Blood flying
He knew he was dying
Wasn't afraid
Suddenly thirsty
Wanting one last drink before death
Thirst quenched
Blackness
Waking up
Much later
Jerking awake
Instantly alert
Something was wrong
Looking down
What little clothes remained were soaked in blood
Torn
Scratched
But no wounds
Was it a dream
But that doesn't make sense
What happened to his clothes then
Struggling up
Barely noticing the pool
Running
No pain
Got to get back
Would be missed
Out of the woods
Stopping in horror
Frozen
Running
Seeing the burned remains
No one can be seen
Alive
Stopping
A moan
There under that fallen roof
A girl
His girl
Secret love for years
Golden hair now dirty
Reaching
Alive
Just barely
What…
Head snapping up
His wounds had been healed
He was dying
Nothing could save him but how was it that he was alive?
The pool
The water
The only way he could be alive
Sudden idea
Sudden hope
Lifting up the too still burden of his secret love
Running back
Back to the pool
Kneeling
Cupping some water and putting it to her lips
Waiting
Moan
Amazed
As her wounds closed and color returned
Breathing normally
Waking up
Time
Flows like water
Peoples are born
Live their lives
Die
Empires rise
Fall
Time flows by
Cannot be stopped
Uncountable years have gone by
Since that day
But Hunter Everlasting
As he was been named by history
Walks the world
Still as young as he was when he first drunk of the water
Next to him
His lady love
The Enchantress
As is one of her names in history
The day of the Purpose is coming
And only Hunter Everlasting
And his lady love the Enchantress
Can fulfill it
For only the Heir has the ability
To hold back the darkness
AN: So how do you like it? Should I write the story? Of course I can't promise that it'll get done right away, but it'll get done. If you think I should. So, see that little green button thingy? Well, click on it and write me a review. Please tell me what you think.