Okay so I will be changing the pov often, sorry if it confuses anyone, but for certain chapters, I feel it flows better to do it a bit differently. If people get too confused, just let me know with a review, and I'll change it! Oh, and the young woman is Lara, if you really can't figure that out lol. Enjoy!
P.S. Thank you Symphony of Terror for the great review! Don't worry, I will be updated quite often!
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And thinking of her I am your master Joy is converted I am in peace
Sweet sleep overcame me
See your heart
And of this burning heart
Your heart
She is trembling
Obediently eats.
Weeping, I saw him then depart from me.
To bitterest tears
My heart
I am in peace
See my heart
The soft melody rose from the stage; a wave of sweet song swooping over the audience, captivating everyone in their seat. All stared upon the man and woman dressed in white clothe, singing of their love for each other as the orchestra played in tune to their harmony. The light from the candles that adored the hall gave the couple an angelic glow, illuminating them from head to toe. The raw emotion that came from them was mesmerizing to watch, all eyes could not look away. The love they had for each other was so apparent, and not even through their song. From their eyes, the audience could see a sweet compassion rising from the depths of their hearts. It was astounding to watch two opera singers show such emotion through their body and song, as if they really were lovers. The song came to an end with the couple embracing each other as the candles on the stage were blown out, leaving their silhouettes in shadow. The audience stood and applauded, smiles stretched upon everyone's face. Shouts for an encore rose from the crowd as the couple left the stage, bowing and waving to their beloved fans.
"St. John planned it all along," Jonathan Darwin whispered over to the young lady clad in a white, form fitting, silk gown as they stood clapping. "You remember the incident at William's Hospital a few years back?" he asked her, as the crowd continued to clap and yell for more. The lady nodded; her gaze still on the stage with a casual glance upon her face. But there was worry hidden in the depths of her eyes, a darkness that had been there for many years. "His men created the virus and put it into some of the patients. When it began to spread, the hospital was supposedly quarantined off, but the virus leaked out. And when it did, the government created an antidote. St. John blamed it on terrorists, remember? But he knew what the hell he was doing; he created that virus just to make the country more united under him. To fear what wasn't there."
The crowd began to leave their seats, separating and going on their own ways. The young lady and her friend put on their coats in silence, the horror of the truth settling in. In her heart, the woman knew it was true; she wasn't surprised by the king's twisted actions. It was just another notch on the totem pole. As they left the opera house, the lady sighed, not wanting to imagine what else the king was up to and what the future held for her and her countrymen. "Call a meeting for next week. We have to put an end to this. Too many people are dying for his petty reasons." She said to her friend. Darwin patted her back and gave her a fatherly smile; he had become a father figure to her in the past few years, something she had needed for a long time. "Thanks for the show, it was beautiful." She whispered, her eyes dark and haunted, a weariness behind them that was plain as day.
"You're too young for this burden." Darwin said to her, embracing her tightly. He always worried about the girl, who seemed far too young to even be thinking about the war that was raging around her. He always pictured her as a girl who should have been carefree, and love with a strapping young man. But she was wise well beyond her years, and had a power that he saw in few people. She was a born rebel, and he knew it. "I'll let you know as soon as I've gotten them all together. You get some rest, alright? We can't have an exhausted leader trying to save the world, now can we?" He laughed, turning from her and leaving for home. The young woman laughed quietly, and turned on her way as well, heading over to her black car and hopping in. As she shut and locked the door, she abruptly pounded on the steering wheel, screaming in anger. All of the frustration from the king had built up within her, and it was beginning to be too much. Salty tears flowed down her cheeks as she wept, clutching the steering wheel with all her might. She wasn't a girl who liked to vent to others, so it was all of her possessions that got the beating.
Shoving her key in the ignition, the little woman started up her car and pulled out of the lot; driving off into the dark night, her thoughts filled with the images she had seen of William's Hospital. She remembered when it happened, and seeing the news reports that showed too little, or even too much. On the teley, she would see buildings quarantined off and photos of dead children being thrown into pits to be buried. The thought of the disaster at William's Hospital made her sick. When she saw the pictures, the woman knew then that something about the entire event was wrong – aside from tons of people dying, of course. At the time, she had been in college, and the horrors that were taking place around her had yet to affect her. Thankfully, her immune system was stronger than a normal human's, and she didn't catch the virus that the King had created.
The drive back to her town didn't take long, thankfully she lived close enough to the city that driving there wasn't a burden, but far enough from it that she didn't get the city's pollution or problems. She had a good life away from the city, not many people lived in the town, so there wasn't the busy atmosphere that huddled in London. The town was small enough so that everyone knew each other, making the place incredibly humble. Her estate, perched upon a hill overlooking the tiny town was safe from tourists, for very few people knew about the town, tucked deep into the forest. It was a place where the wealthy went to get away from the city, and the poor stayed to make a living off their wealthy counterparts. Pulling into her tree guarded driveway, the red headed girl noticed another car pulled up in front of her home. It wasn't a car she was familiar with, and frankly; she just wasn't in the mood for a visitor. The news she had received from her friend had put a damper on her night, even though she thoroughly enjoyed the opera. Pulling up beside the unfamiliar vehicle, the lady got out just as her butler opened the large wooden front doors.
"Who's here?" she asked her close friend and worker; Thomas Jennings, tossing him the keys to her car.
"An old friend, apparently." Tom replied, his Scottish accent thick and comforting. He had been a friend to his lady ever since they met in college. He was, at the time, working in administrations of her school, and she went to him often to talk about her classes and get help with money. They became friends quickly, and soon after the young lady graduated, Tom retired from his job at the university and looked for a job out in the country. Low and behold, the young lady was in need of workers to help her run her estate, and Tom quickly snatched the job, glad to be close to a dear friend. Plus, he got a house as part of the job; a quaint little home right on the estate, only a few acres away from the mansion. Tom was one of the only people his lady trusted, especially at such a time they were living in. "She asked me to keep her identity secret." He laughed, following behind the little woman as she headed up the stone steps to her door. Raising an eyebrow, the woman continued to head up the stairs toward the door. She couldn't think of any woman who would possibly visit her on such terms, unless it was Evanna with a surprise.
That thought made the little woman grin and move faster up the steps, swinging open the door to find a figure standing in before the fire in the den. From where she stood, the young lady couldn't see anything familiar about the person; she could only see that it was a woman. Heading into the den, the lady of the house saw that her guest seemed young, around the same age as the lady herself. Stopping a few feet behind her guest, the lady's eyes grew wide as she noticed her guest's hair. It was pure white.
"Alice?!"
