Rochefort 2.0
The continuing TTM Gear punk fantasy. I have no rights to Dumas' works or Anderson's TTM 2011 -this is just my twisted little imagination.
Chapter the Second
The Invalid's Dream
I am Valentin August Joachim DeValmort, Comte De Rochefort - the greatest swordsmen of my generation and an abomination to my family. A criminal, a hero, sell sword, and champion of justice, servant to the Archbishop, devoted to one king, enemy to his son. I am a man damned by cruel honesty and I am dying…maybe I am dead already – in Heaven? Hell? I cannot guess. I remember fighting that worthless Gascoigne on the roof of the Cathedral – He thought himself a clever fellow, but he was a weak fighter. That was my mistake. The greatest swordsman's true foe is not the second best swordsmen it's the poorest fighter - the worst one.
I do not exaggerate - I have never exaggerated – he was just a country boy with delusions and an antique sword - and luck. I told him the truth - he should have stayed in Gascony. I always tell the truth, damn it – my life would have been less tragic if I could bend reality into graceful knots…but I never could do that. And so he stabbed me and I fell … and so I must be dead… I fell…
I rest here - Heaven? Its warm – is this Hell? I could feel my live ebbing away… blood draining away - so cold - so very cold - so still – then…then… I felt warmth and the sun on my soul. On my soul …Outside me and within me I felt a pulse a heartbeat life. A woman with long red hair holding me in her arms - a dream. Can the dead dream? She is naked in my arms touching me, oh god - caressing me - pulling me through from life to death - from death to life … So beautiful - so full of pulsing life …
Can the dead dream?
I don't remember any dreams like this when I was alive…
What a perfect dream this is.