She was planning to receive Francis in the airport , but she thought it would be crowded with fans , so she send him a text, Joan thought to meet him at the cafe near her apartment it was a good idea until she saw a poster of a new museum about the hundred Years war . Suddenly in her heart, appeared nostalgia, she reminded her colleagues, people who believed her, the voices she heard when she was teenager, and all the responsibility she took for her country.
There was a chance to see how the modern France saw it. It was not that I had not remembered that before, she regularly thought about it, but that day something made her go. Francis reached her if he wanted. The text Joan wrote said "I'll be in the new museum on the Hundred Years War." She check the direction of the museum and take a taxi.
There was a very large building, but it looked awesome. She bought the entrance, but did not ask for the tour. The French woman reviewed each painting, each data, each biography, she had meet many of these people .Oh! How many names were missing, the other men who had given their lives in the war and were not remembered. She get to the portrait of a young woman in armor, brown skin, with its flag and sword. In the bottom it said "Jeanne D' Arc , Pucelle d' Orléans "
It was her match in the eyes of the world.
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It cost a little time getting out of the airport and another to lose the media. He turned on the phone and check Jeanne´s text. A Museum? Good. Sought guidance, rather, the poster with the address and took his car to get there. He bought the entrance and got into. He began going through the halls without paying much attention until he get into a room with more portraits. In the background a woman was looking at a painting. As he approached he realized it was Joan. She seemed absorbed in portrait and didn´t noticed his presence. He came from behind and hug her whispering in her ear "You do not know how much I've missed you." Joan jumped around and shouted "Francis", followed by a kiss. He had missed that.
- Whose portrait is this?-Saint-Germain asked and Joan decided she had to say the truth at some moment. Why not this one?
-She is Joan of Arc-she said and added -... Francis , it 's me. I'm Joan of Arc and I am immortal -