Summary: There is nothing worse than falling in love. Or is there?
Disclaimer: I do not own POTC
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Prologue
The sun rose quietly above the clearing. The leaves shuffled gently as the light breeze stroked them. Like butterflies, they separated from the branches and glided down unto the golden carpet. Here and there, a bird would send out a call of beautiful song but would remain hidden. No animal moved in the clearing.
Trees swayed now in the growing wind and shadows passed across the ground, rain clouds gathering from the North. The birds took flight, shrieking in fear, circling trees as if signaling danger. It seemed the wind itself was fleeing from a disaster. Trying to get through, it tore at the helpless trees whose groans echoed in the depths of the one natural soul. A loud crack and a huge branch fell dead onto the carpet which appeared to shrink beneath the heavy sky. The final warning. Like shattering glass, lighting flashed and boomed as a thousand gunshots in a massacre. The rain came mercilessly. The sun was long gone, sunken by the shadows.
Suddenly, all grew quiet. Not a drop dared touch the ground, afraid of breaking the silence. Not a leaf dared fall, as not to disrupt the stillness. Something appeared in the clearing and then, once again, the rain poured and lighting flashed. Nature released itself in full force. The wind howled in pain of being lashed by the icy drops, like needles, piercing the air and the flesh of the Earth. What trees could not withstand the storm, fell. The others readily accepted their fate.
With a stroke of compassion, the clouds began thinning and made way for the clear sky. Venus, the planet of love and harmony, shone, a faithful bodyguard followed by the king. The sun rose in all its royal majesty and poured its gold over the land. The rainwater seeped deep into the ground, hiding from the brilliant radiance. The trees and grasses extended their hands to the savior. The king paid no attention, trained by thousands of years of repeated ritual.
No one noticed the man, lying in the clearing. Only the sun frowned at the scene. The gold coins in the man's hair, such a pathetic mockery indeed.
Disclaimer: I do not own POTC
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Prologue
The sun rose quietly above the clearing. The leaves shuffled gently as the light breeze stroked them. Like butterflies, they separated from the branches and glided down unto the golden carpet. Here and there, a bird would send out a call of beautiful song but would remain hidden. No animal moved in the clearing.
Trees swayed now in the growing wind and shadows passed across the ground, rain clouds gathering from the North. The birds took flight, shrieking in fear, circling trees as if signaling danger. It seemed the wind itself was fleeing from a disaster. Trying to get through, it tore at the helpless trees whose groans echoed in the depths of the one natural soul. A loud crack and a huge branch fell dead onto the carpet which appeared to shrink beneath the heavy sky. The final warning. Like shattering glass, lighting flashed and boomed as a thousand gunshots in a massacre. The rain came mercilessly. The sun was long gone, sunken by the shadows.
Suddenly, all grew quiet. Not a drop dared touch the ground, afraid of breaking the silence. Not a leaf dared fall, as not to disrupt the stillness. Something appeared in the clearing and then, once again, the rain poured and lighting flashed. Nature released itself in full force. The wind howled in pain of being lashed by the icy drops, like needles, piercing the air and the flesh of the Earth. What trees could not withstand the storm, fell. The others readily accepted their fate.
With a stroke of compassion, the clouds began thinning and made way for the clear sky. Venus, the planet of love and harmony, shone, a faithful bodyguard followed by the king. The sun rose in all its royal majesty and poured its gold over the land. The rainwater seeped deep into the ground, hiding from the brilliant radiance. The trees and grasses extended their hands to the savior. The king paid no attention, trained by thousands of years of repeated ritual.
No one noticed the man, lying in the clearing. Only the sun frowned at the scene. The gold coins in the man's hair, such a pathetic mockery indeed.