Chapter 1 - Page 1
It has been a month since sweet Hamlet had been sung to sleep by the angels. The remembrance of his cruel death slithers through my mind; poisoning my every thought. O lustful Hamlet, why couldn't I follow you? I dream everyday that we meet again in Paradise. To love or not to love, that is truly the question. Whether tis' nobler in the heart to suffer. I will rejoin thee anon sweet prince, pray you; wait for me. Your remembrance lingers around me like a heavy breath; weighing me down with every thought. Truly I promised him on his dying breath to repeat his story for the most noble. Which I have done but tis the time for our unheard story, the brave tale of Hamratio.
"Horatio! Horatio!" His sweet voice called.
"Who goes there?"
"Peace! Tis' I."
"My lord" I bowed.
"Be upright, man" his laugh sung through my ears.
I peaked through my locks to see his glimmering smile awaiting me.
"Where have you been my lord? Witching hour is almost upon us."
His pale hand slowly brushed the brown hairs from my face, uncovering my forehead, tracing down to my jaw. I flinched at his cool touch.
"Tis only I, noble Horatio. My trail covered by the brush of snow against the Danish land. We are safe here." His warm breath danced in the cool wind.
"But if someone discovers us we will be-"
"Sweet Horatio, worry not. We are safe." His breath hang on every word. I could feel myself slowly beginning to settle into a comfort when-
"What was that?"
"Wait here. Peace! Who is there? Make yourself known!"
My neck tingled with the first sensation of worry as a shadowed figure began to slowly creep from the darkness.