It was dawn on a cool fall morning, when everything began. I was the
most well known and one of the most famous pianists in Europe and the
Mediterranean. My father was a very wealthy General in Tuscany, my mother
was a countess. Her family owned estates in Vienna, Tuscany, and Romania.
My mother had died giving birth to me. Many say I resemble her. I was
raised in Tuscany and traveled the world before settling in Vienna. That is
where I met my fiancé, Victor. He was a gentleman but very jealous of my
popularity among men and women alike.
He and my family moved to Romania where I was to retire and become a wife. But things never happen as planned. Thus began the happiest and most sorrowful days of my mortal and immortal life.
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The day went on like any other day. I would awaken before dawn, dress, and take a walk through the woods. There was a lake at the end of the woods. I would stay there and watch the sun rise. As the moon began to set and the sun was slowly coming over the horizon, a man had approached me and cleared his throat. Startled, I looked at him.
"May I ask what you are doing milady?" I stared. He was beautiful. His blonde hair fell in waves past his shoulders. His eyes were a golden brown. I had never seen him before, but something about him seemed familiar.
"I'm waiting for the sun. My father used to say that God's angels could be seen retreating to the heavens from protecting the innocent from the devil." I finally answered.
"Hmm..." he said. "Well, I hope you see them milady." He began to walk away.
"Will you be attending the gala tonight?" I asked. He turned and faced me.
"If you will be present milady, I will not miss it." He answered. Blushing, I smiled. He smiled back and with a nod of his head, bade me farewell and disappeared onto another trail.
I watched anxiously as the sun rose. My heart was pounding. Oh how I wanted the moon to rise so I could see that mysterious man again.
"Ah... There you are Giulietta." Vercuil said as appeared at the lake's shore.
"Spying on me again?" I asked. Vercuil sat beside me. His blue hair braided down his back.
"No. I'm not here because of my brother. I came to watch the sun rise and confide in you with something."
"Very well Vercuil. I will allow this."
We sat in silence as the sun found its place against the blueness of the sky. A flock of geese flew by before Vercuil spoke. He told me of his nightmare and his fear of its truth. I never ignored or disregarded his dreams or his warnings. Vercuil, the brother of my fiancé and my best friend, was one of the many warlocks of his family. Victor had nothing to do with magic or any type of mysticism in his body. Proving that a warlock was chosen not born. But Vercuil was cursed by his power, leaving him frozen at the age of eighteen.
"There is nothing to fear my friend." I said as we rose. "You will not be burned as a witch."
"I pray you are right Giuli." He replied. We walked back to my manor for breakfast. At the door stood Victor angry as usual, and my father.
"I'm going to get scolded again." I said standing on the walkway.
"Come." Vercuil said. He took me into his arms and we vanished from the front of the manor. He placed me down when we reappeared in my room. We laughed thinking that we had avoided confrontation. My father entered the room. He looked at us unhappily.
"Vercuil, speak with your brother. While I explain Giulietta's wrong doings." My father said. Vercuil nodded and walked out of the room.
"Giulietta, where have you been?" He asked.
"Watching the sun rise as I do every morning father." I replied. "Why are we having this conversation?"
"Because, you are a bride, soon to be a wife. You must learn when it is appropriate to go venturing out before dawn."
I sat on my bed. Quite upset that this talk was even happening. "Father, I have been watching the sun rise ever since I was a little girl. It makes me feel closer to mother." My father sat by me and embraced me.
"I know my dear. But you it is time to put childish games aside. You are a woman now. And you must prepare for you life as a wife." He kissed my brow. "I want what's best for you and your happiness."
"I know father. But, there are times that I wonder if marring Victor is what is best for me."
"You will know before you make a mistake. After all, you've been good at making decisions." My father caressed my cheek. "You look so much like your mother." He said before leaving me alone. Crawling further on to my bed, I buried my face in one of the pillows. Why did getting married have to be so complicating? I gave everything, my career, my home, and my dreams. All I wanted to keep was myself, who I am. But now he wanted to take that from me.
"Mother, if you can hear me. Please help me. Show me what to do." I whispered. I curled up into a ball and fell asleep.
He and my family moved to Romania where I was to retire and become a wife. But things never happen as planned. Thus began the happiest and most sorrowful days of my mortal and immortal life.
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The day went on like any other day. I would awaken before dawn, dress, and take a walk through the woods. There was a lake at the end of the woods. I would stay there and watch the sun rise. As the moon began to set and the sun was slowly coming over the horizon, a man had approached me and cleared his throat. Startled, I looked at him.
"May I ask what you are doing milady?" I stared. He was beautiful. His blonde hair fell in waves past his shoulders. His eyes were a golden brown. I had never seen him before, but something about him seemed familiar.
"I'm waiting for the sun. My father used to say that God's angels could be seen retreating to the heavens from protecting the innocent from the devil." I finally answered.
"Hmm..." he said. "Well, I hope you see them milady." He began to walk away.
"Will you be attending the gala tonight?" I asked. He turned and faced me.
"If you will be present milady, I will not miss it." He answered. Blushing, I smiled. He smiled back and with a nod of his head, bade me farewell and disappeared onto another trail.
I watched anxiously as the sun rose. My heart was pounding. Oh how I wanted the moon to rise so I could see that mysterious man again.
"Ah... There you are Giulietta." Vercuil said as appeared at the lake's shore.
"Spying on me again?" I asked. Vercuil sat beside me. His blue hair braided down his back.
"No. I'm not here because of my brother. I came to watch the sun rise and confide in you with something."
"Very well Vercuil. I will allow this."
We sat in silence as the sun found its place against the blueness of the sky. A flock of geese flew by before Vercuil spoke. He told me of his nightmare and his fear of its truth. I never ignored or disregarded his dreams or his warnings. Vercuil, the brother of my fiancé and my best friend, was one of the many warlocks of his family. Victor had nothing to do with magic or any type of mysticism in his body. Proving that a warlock was chosen not born. But Vercuil was cursed by his power, leaving him frozen at the age of eighteen.
"There is nothing to fear my friend." I said as we rose. "You will not be burned as a witch."
"I pray you are right Giuli." He replied. We walked back to my manor for breakfast. At the door stood Victor angry as usual, and my father.
"I'm going to get scolded again." I said standing on the walkway.
"Come." Vercuil said. He took me into his arms and we vanished from the front of the manor. He placed me down when we reappeared in my room. We laughed thinking that we had avoided confrontation. My father entered the room. He looked at us unhappily.
"Vercuil, speak with your brother. While I explain Giulietta's wrong doings." My father said. Vercuil nodded and walked out of the room.
"Giulietta, where have you been?" He asked.
"Watching the sun rise as I do every morning father." I replied. "Why are we having this conversation?"
"Because, you are a bride, soon to be a wife. You must learn when it is appropriate to go venturing out before dawn."
I sat on my bed. Quite upset that this talk was even happening. "Father, I have been watching the sun rise ever since I was a little girl. It makes me feel closer to mother." My father sat by me and embraced me.
"I know my dear. But you it is time to put childish games aside. You are a woman now. And you must prepare for you life as a wife." He kissed my brow. "I want what's best for you and your happiness."
"I know father. But, there are times that I wonder if marring Victor is what is best for me."
"You will know before you make a mistake. After all, you've been good at making decisions." My father caressed my cheek. "You look so much like your mother." He said before leaving me alone. Crawling further on to my bed, I buried my face in one of the pillows. Why did getting married have to be so complicating? I gave everything, my career, my home, and my dreams. All I wanted to keep was myself, who I am. But now he wanted to take that from me.
"Mother, if you can hear me. Please help me. Show me what to do." I whispered. I curled up into a ball and fell asleep.