My Gentle Man, My Fearless Captain
A/N: This story didn't begin as a Fanfiction, instead it was going to be a memoir to my grandfather. He served inVietnam three times. The first because he was drafted. The second because his family needed money. The third because he wanted to die. My character was going to save him each time, however, I grew too emotional to write for those reasons. I might rewrite again later, but, for now, it will stay as a Fanfiction.
Much love,
AAnnR
edited: 7/15/2014
beta: SeraSearaSpin
Prologue
The same dream, every night. All year. The same one, always.
The same poem, a premonition. Haunting. Each refrain as enchanting as an oracle whispering in my ear. The voice deep and high, singing each refrain over and over.
Ye so young heed these warnings well,
Know ye origins, yet do not tell,
Carefully to fill each well ye fell
For till on ye womb it dwell.
I'd be ten again, swinging in a park alone. It was a habit I'd picked up as a child.
Meet her majesty and grandeur
Before her rise to lavish power
Her strength to be hindered at the gathering of sailors
Unless a maid be saved from going overboard
This was a moonless night. Dark and thick. No light penetrated the air, which was thick, refusing the vibrations of sound. Each noise was heard as if through water.
Ye so young heed these warnings well,
Know ye origins, yet do not tell,
Carefully to fill each well ye fell
For till on ye womb it dwell.
Through this thick veil, footsteps are heard. One after another, growing louder and louder.
I'd just be swinging away, forward and back. Forward and back. For some reason I felt no sense of urgency at the approaching noise. And the chant, its own pulsating tempo, began to repeat the last line like a broken record.
For till on ye womb it dwell.
Closer the footfalls come, mimicking the beat of the poem.
For till on ye womb it dwell.
Then a warm, sticky breeze would fall against my face, starting and stopping and starting again. A thick, high voice growled, "On ye womb it dwell, wench."
