A/n: okay so basically this, is where we are actually going to see the characters. Okay I have something I need to address, I understand it is unhistorical for tucker, Paulina and Kwan to be in the story at all, but I will just ignore this fact for the sake of the story. I'm not changing their races, either.
Remember this is not exactly Romeo and Juliet it is based off, of it, but I am using my own dialogue, and it will not be written like a play it will be written like a story, so I hope you enjoy that being said, chapter 2 awaits you my friends
Chapter 2:fueled hate
Over looker's pov
"I sat there that early morn, as I watched the carriage steer away, with my piteous cousin inside of it. I did beg, I did truly, but still he went. Whatever testosterone, that is put inside of a man's beating heart, fueled this fatal leaving from our home, that I woman and nothing more could not stop, though I swear I did try."
The woman read from the leather, book, and her once husband sat there entailed, by the words on the page.
"May I have a word with thou, cousin" said jasmine Fenton the only daughter of one of the most respected households, in fair Verona. The girl sat nervously on the stool in the large household's kitchen. "What is it that you shall request, cousin"
The boy that of two years younger inquired, although he knew what she had wanted. "I bid you not go, and pick out fights, with that of the Manson household. What good shall come of it, cousin, I bid you tell me that, what good."
The girl spoke her words softly, tears coming forth from her eyes. Ethan seeing this, he moved forward slowly and placed a hand of comfort, on her shoulder. "Listen here dear cousin; I do not bid you to understand. I bid you to let me go, I won't have dash make a fool of this house again, and I shall protect this house, that has taken me in after I was orphaned."
The boy put his hands, to here cheeks and wiped the tears that had fallen there. He placed a soft kiss, on the cheek of the girl and with that he walked out of there house and to his carriage.
Sounds of horse hoofs beating on the streets of Verona, was the entire woman heard as she heard her cousin leave the family home.
Around 30 minutes of riding in a carriage, found Ethan and his men, he brought with him to stop, at the water well. "dash shall count his hide lucky, if I shall see hide nor hair, of any Manson I shall…" the boy paused, as he hopped out of the car, as she drew his sword, waving it around frantically, as if slaying and invisible dash.
His men had long since broken out into laughter at their companions, brute demonstration. The boy continued to go on and on, until he got tire, and he too broken into a fit of laughter, unaware, that a Manson carriage had also pulled up at the water stop.
"I wonder what as thine hast done, to grace god in heaven so, that I doth not go look for you, nay, you fall helplessly, onto my lap." Came a whiney voice, from behind the Fenton's persons. The laughter all at once stopped.
"Shall your blade, cut as your tongue seems to do." Ethan said as he rose, from sitting and once again drew his sword, although this time he intended to shed blood. The Fenton's and the Manson's had hated one another, for as long as everyone could remember.
It had been generations, and then some on end, of pure hate, they did not know what came from pure hate, and they did not know what shall come of hate truly, they never had the time to think of such a thing.
Hate is a consuming, and deadly emotion, it takes up all your time, and eats away at the kindness inside you like acid. Both boys, put there drew swords, to work the blades clinging together with, loud bangs. A jab here a blow, there just blades being idly slung, radiating with hate, and testosterone, a deadly combination mind you.
Several minutes later found, Prince Kwan's, carriage, riding up into the heat of battle, not that either party would notice. "Explanations, shall be abound!" the young prince screamed, not really older than either of the boys before, him but with far more maturity.
"Explanations abound" the man screamed again walking closer, to the scene both swords, not rebound in there holders, the air around things was silent, but the hate in the glares, of the representatives, of the two houses, that was still alive, and blazing even though the fight had been stopped.
"Speak, I bid you, now speak" Kwan screamed again his resolve, quickly slipping this had been the third, time an even like this had occurred, and it was begging to take a toll on him. Was he to exile two of the most respected, and needed families in his kingdom, or was he to continue to see things like this transpires.
The price truly did not know, but this couldn't, continue he knew this much. "Aye sir, I truly only came, for water, I stand here alone, in this very well, collecting my water sir…" lied, Ethan nervously. "Tis untrue, I was attacked sir, Fenton's always attack first."
"No more, I bid you not say one more word, either of you. I come not to hear lies, nor half-truths, I come for this to stop, doth you not understand what hate shall bring. Never mind, shall this happen again, which I bid it not, all, both, of you, the Fenton's and the Manson's, shall pay for it… with their lives."
The man's said clearly, he shook as he said it, it was not in his nature to threaten lives, or too rule, he was mild mannered, but he had to live up to his father's name. He shakily walked back to his carriage without his water, and bided the carriage to move once more.
With a few more glares at each other both dash and Ethan put themselves back into their carriages, and they too bided them to move. An hour later found, Ethan and his men returning to the Fenton house. Slowly Ethan made, his way inside embarrassed of the situation that just took place with the prince.
"Ethan, I bid you." Bellowed jack Fenton, anger booming in his voice. "aye sir" the boy spoke weekly as he made, his way to speak words, with his makeshift father. "I bid you tell me, so why is it that thine has received word, from thy prince, speaking of yet another brawl. Will you not be satisfied, until you disgrace my family name?"
"Nay sir, it is not I" jack began to raise himself, from his chair as he prepared himself to strike the young boy in the face. Jack was not a mean man, in any means, he was a rather childish, man always joking, and laughing the man seemed to carry joy where ever he went.
He did love Ethan, his only sister, was the boy's mother, she had married the wrong, man who in the end ended her life, and in a fit of anger blind rage, and revenge Ethan then turned and murdered his father. Being twelve and having nowhere else to go, the Fenton's took him in and treated him as a son, and they were a family.
The boy had never lost his anger issues, though and all three of the street brawls between the Manson's and the Fenton's had been his doing, and if jack loved anything with serious compassion, it was his family and his family name.
"Vile fingers to answer more vile fingers, is that your answer husband." The man's wife said as she entered the room. Maddie Fenton was one, of the sharpest woman to have ever lived. She was a loving soul, and a very maternal one.
Upon seeing that of his wife, the man let his hand fall without striking his would be son. "Instead of this, I bid one of you talk to my Danny, what of him Ethan." The woman said, determined, it had been weeks and her son would leave every morn and aimlessly wander the streets of Verona.
"He shall be where he is always ma'am, he shall be wondering the streets of Verona like a mad man" the woman, sat down and gave off a long sigh. "I bid you jack, shall you not go talk to your son" the woman said eyeing her husband warily hopping he'd agree.
Of course before he could, Ethan would speak "shall I go, ma'am…" the boy said, softly as if not to upset the woman before him. "I shall not care who shall go, all I care is that my son is brought back to the side on sanity. I bid either of you go"
The woman said briskly as she got up, and walked out of the room, leaving the two men there. With sustaining silence, Ethan got up from his chair and left to go find his cousin.
"Ethan bade me to go, to see my brother with him, and I told him I shall. If tucker, of the king's court shall be there, than surely I shall. After boarding the carriage we rode around aimlessly, until we saw that of my brother, far off by the sun." "I bid you stay in the carriage, for now" he told me, there I saw as I watched his form go to see, the lucid wandering of my fair brother." The woman read passionately from her ancestor's journal.
The man at her side, finishing his jello, as he listened intensively, as they both heard the tale for the first time. The woman had been sifting through old things, in the dustiness of her old garage, as she found an ancient box, and in it was a simple leather book.
Although so plain, to the naked eye, it told one of the most tragic stories, never told. "Why'd you stop" the man inquired, looking up at the woman he still wished were his wife. "I have to go" the girl stated sadly, although she didn't understand why she was sad.
Wasn't she only there to clear her conscience, not to visit, or reconcile with her ex, what she was here for, was the steady mantra in her head. Although she supposed not even she knew. "Will I see you again?"
The man said a pleading in his eyes, oh had the tables turned, the night he left, she had begged him not to, begging and cried and pleaded, shamelessly and without dignity, but now here he was, as close as someone like Kenneth Carrington, ever would get to begging.
"Tomorrow, perhaps" the red head, saw rising from her seat, and gathering her coat that she had long since, ditched. "How does the story in" the man asked trying to take his mind, off the fact of possibility that she might not return, although he didn't blame her.
"I don't know, I've never read it…" the girl said simply beginning, to walk towards the door, before turned back around. "…although I pray it is not as ours did" the girl spoke these word softly, but they felt like a poisoness, blade forcefully removing his tongue.
"It can't…" the man choked, out his voice still horse but it still got the attention, of his former wife. "…ours is still being written." The man said, although the woman heard she did not turn around, she simply walked out the room the leather book in tow.
Unknown to the man, sick in his bed a few salty tears had slipped down her face, upon hearing those words. She wished more than anything, that she could take him back, but she wasn't strong enough, to forgive him truly, she simple wasn't.
Once out the door, the woman leaned her back against the hospital, wall as she wept then and there, clutching the leather book into her chest has if for comfort.
a/n: okay so yeah I know this chapter seemed a bit slow, but it's really hard for me to do this sword seen, because I am a terrible fight scene person, but I hope I did okay, I know kwan seemed a bit ooc and I'm sorry I tried, to make it understandable.
Okay so Danny and tuck are in the next one, most likely Sam as well but we shall see. I apologize, if the old English is off, I'm not trying to do shakperian English, just olf English,anyway I tried to make it, as official as I could, but I understand that there are most llikely errors.
Let me know, I promise the seens will get more interesting once danny, comes in to me the origional first part, with the sword, is just like a set up the story really starts when romeo comes in. anyhow please give this story a chance
also chapters will get waaaay longer mind you
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