Ok. Here's the long awaited chapter! Sorry that its short, but i didnt have time. I wrote this on my laptop in between doing many things! Next chapter will be longer and hopefully it will come out sooner. Again my apologies, i hope you like this.
Lost in the Moonlight
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"Oh, Serena," Greg spoke, "we forgot one more person."
Serena spun around, a smile on her face. Her eyes landed on a familiar man and her smile slowly faded.
"Serena, I would like you to meet Prince Endymion."
She could only stare with heartbreak in her eyes.
"Darien." She whispered.
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'Darien?!' her mind screamed though her heart ceases to believe. How could he do this to her. The one she trusted and confided in… had lied to her? LIED to her!
She raised her eyes once more to meet Darien's. This time they held no wide-eyed innocence but were filled with contempt and disgust. Not in him, but in herself. How stupid must she have been to believe him? No, this wasn't his fault; it was her own. It was her naiveté and misplaced trust that had put her in this position, vulnerable and helpless.
No, this was not going to happen to her. Serena will not allow herself to be subjected to pain again.
"Serena," he started, "I…"
But he was cut off, for at that moment Beryl strolled in and immediately latched herself onto Darien's arm. Her red lips curled in victory and her cold eyes reveled in Serena's defeat.
"Darien, darling," she purred, one hand snaked up on Darien's chest, "you haven't even introduced me to your friend," her last word hanging meaningfully in the air.
There was an awkward silence and everyone's eyes were on Darien, holding their breath knowing a great injustice was about to be committed.
Darien took a deep breath. He looked at Serena, his fallen angel. His eyes pleaded for her to understand, but he only saw her heart growing cold and felt her building a wall of ice around herself. "Serena," he finally said, silently begging for forgiveness though his voice betrayed nothing. It was even and controlled… just like always.
"…This is Lady Beryl…"
"My fiancé."
The last word dropped and exploded like the final bomb of the war. Shock instilled itself on Serena. Not even the shell she had began to retreat into could have shielded her from the blast of his statement. She stared at him, holding her gaze steady, trying not to let her tears and anguish show, but she was slowly losing the battle. The crystal drops filled her eyes with a glistening sheen.
A deadlier silence took over this time. Serena's complexion had turned to almost a glossamer pale. The tension of the room was only broken by the shallow breaths of air Serena allowed herself.
Her knuckles were white with gripping the violin. Serena backed away, with her head lowered, refusing to look into the face of that wicked woman.
"I'm sorry, your Majesties," her voice low and unstable, "but I have other matters to attend to right now. Thank you for this evening, it was most memorable. Good night."
She dropped to a low cursty and immediately turned to leave the room.
Darien hurriedly laid his hand on her sleave in an desperate attempt to make her see the truth. As his hand made contact with her skin, her body convulsed and her blazing eyes turned on him.
He felt his heart break seeing how much she was repulsed at him.
Her shimmering tear-filled eyes held his and she whispered, "I guess sorrow has found me again."
In a furry of white, she was gone, leaving behind only a trail of tears.
"Serena!" he called out after her. Darien started to run out after her but a firm hand tightened on his arm. Instead, he watched Greg run after his princess.
"What are you doing, Darien?" Beryl hissed in a hushed tone. Her eyes were blazing green fire, but her mouth soon softened to a smirk. She leaned into Darien, brushing her lips softly against his ear.
"You're mine now," she whispered.
Darien wretched himself away from her. He stared at the sultry woman as if he had never seen her before. What is going on? His subconscious asked. This woman. This cold emotionless woman, who he had no feelings for whatsoever, was to become his wife. His wife to share his life with ' …to love and to hold as death do us part,' the phrase repeated itself like a broken record in his mind. He had never known what it meant. He never understood why his mother and father behave so differently around each other, or why the couples he saw on the sidewalks of London looked so happy. But now. Now he knew. Serena had shown him. She taught him that its okay to share yourself with others and that the loneliness in his heart could be remedied. She was the one who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. She was the one who could bring sunshine in his life.
His mind screamed out at him. Why haven't you realize this sooner? Now it is too late… She's gone…
Darien looked frantically around trying to at least find some tangible sign of her existence. He stared at the doorway through where Serena had disappeared just a few moments ago.
No, how can he lose her when he had just found her. He wont let her go. He was the crowned prince of England! He'll command her to stay. She can't leave him. He'll search the world before he gives her up.
Darien ran out the door, deep in his resolution. He must make Serena see how much she needed him…or was it how much he needed her?
The room was silent. The Queen sighed. She patted her King's hand, "He finally knows what love means."
The King gazed into his beloved's soft eyes, "Yes, he knows now." He wrapped his arm around Rio, "Let's just pray that he doesn't have to learn what heartbreak means too."
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Her tears blinded her but her feet knew where to take her. When Serena could run no more, she collapsed on a stone bench nearby. The moon was high in the sky, full and radiating its magic. She gazed around her, to see that she was surrounded by an Eden of roses. "The Elision Gardens," she whispered.
The moonchild lifted her tear filled eyes to the sky and asked the stars the reason to her sorrow. The moon seemed to feel her pain and extended her matronly rays to envelope the girl in her embrace.
No matter how hard she tried to not care, she knew in her heart that she loved Darien. No matter how much she hated him, she knew that her heart would always ache to be with him. But no matter what her heart may want, her mind knew better. The mind knows that her affections will not be returned, and that her heart will be subjected to more pain and torture. At least this way, she will still have pride and dignity, her mind argued.
It was that night in the Gardens that a girl lost her heart. Under the moonbeams she gave it all up. For all the pain it brought, the girl decided she would be safer without it. With that resolution in her mind, she dried her precious tears and promised that they will never fall from her innocent eyes again. She vowed to never let herself to be open to pain and sorrow. The girl gathered up her skirts and with one last look at the Moon, disappeared into the shadows of the night.
The Moon cried for her lost. Her child has lost her way; hardening herself against the most powerful thing in the world, love. How could she show the girl her wrong? The moon looked to the Earth for help. She found the young prince amidst his own confusion. She could only hope and pray that he breaks out of his own chaos and saves her child in time, before she has lost her forever.
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So how do you like that? I know its short and I know that I haven't written in a loonnnnnggggg while but I'm back now!
I had too much to do and not enough time. Most of my time was occupied with practicing the piano for the New England Music Festival and Competition. I played Vivaldi's Spring and won first!! Happy joy for me!
Anyways, I have more time now and summer is around the corner. I'm hoping to finish this story in maybe 2-3 more chapters. Plus there is a lot of revising and editing to do. I just noticed this after someone said something about the ways I make transitions: when my file is uploaded on ff.net, the breaks all disappear! When I want a change of scene I make these: / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ But when it was uploaded, they all disappear and that makes my already bad transitions even worse.
NOTE: While writing this chapter I was listening to Chopin's Nocturne for the Violin and Piano. Its so pretty, I'm thinking of putting it in the next chapter. Once again, I'm so sorry that it is so short.
Reviews, comments, ideas, constructive criticism, all welcomed!
Until next time…
Lost in the Moonlight
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"Oh, Serena," Greg spoke, "we forgot one more person."
Serena spun around, a smile on her face. Her eyes landed on a familiar man and her smile slowly faded.
"Serena, I would like you to meet Prince Endymion."
She could only stare with heartbreak in her eyes.
"Darien." She whispered.
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'Darien?!' her mind screamed though her heart ceases to believe. How could he do this to her. The one she trusted and confided in… had lied to her? LIED to her!
She raised her eyes once more to meet Darien's. This time they held no wide-eyed innocence but were filled with contempt and disgust. Not in him, but in herself. How stupid must she have been to believe him? No, this wasn't his fault; it was her own. It was her naiveté and misplaced trust that had put her in this position, vulnerable and helpless.
No, this was not going to happen to her. Serena will not allow herself to be subjected to pain again.
"Serena," he started, "I…"
But he was cut off, for at that moment Beryl strolled in and immediately latched herself onto Darien's arm. Her red lips curled in victory and her cold eyes reveled in Serena's defeat.
"Darien, darling," she purred, one hand snaked up on Darien's chest, "you haven't even introduced me to your friend," her last word hanging meaningfully in the air.
There was an awkward silence and everyone's eyes were on Darien, holding their breath knowing a great injustice was about to be committed.
Darien took a deep breath. He looked at Serena, his fallen angel. His eyes pleaded for her to understand, but he only saw her heart growing cold and felt her building a wall of ice around herself. "Serena," he finally said, silently begging for forgiveness though his voice betrayed nothing. It was even and controlled… just like always.
"…This is Lady Beryl…"
"My fiancé."
The last word dropped and exploded like the final bomb of the war. Shock instilled itself on Serena. Not even the shell she had began to retreat into could have shielded her from the blast of his statement. She stared at him, holding her gaze steady, trying not to let her tears and anguish show, but she was slowly losing the battle. The crystal drops filled her eyes with a glistening sheen.
A deadlier silence took over this time. Serena's complexion had turned to almost a glossamer pale. The tension of the room was only broken by the shallow breaths of air Serena allowed herself.
Her knuckles were white with gripping the violin. Serena backed away, with her head lowered, refusing to look into the face of that wicked woman.
"I'm sorry, your Majesties," her voice low and unstable, "but I have other matters to attend to right now. Thank you for this evening, it was most memorable. Good night."
She dropped to a low cursty and immediately turned to leave the room.
Darien hurriedly laid his hand on her sleave in an desperate attempt to make her see the truth. As his hand made contact with her skin, her body convulsed and her blazing eyes turned on him.
He felt his heart break seeing how much she was repulsed at him.
Her shimmering tear-filled eyes held his and she whispered, "I guess sorrow has found me again."
In a furry of white, she was gone, leaving behind only a trail of tears.
"Serena!" he called out after her. Darien started to run out after her but a firm hand tightened on his arm. Instead, he watched Greg run after his princess.
"What are you doing, Darien?" Beryl hissed in a hushed tone. Her eyes were blazing green fire, but her mouth soon softened to a smirk. She leaned into Darien, brushing her lips softly against his ear.
"You're mine now," she whispered.
Darien wretched himself away from her. He stared at the sultry woman as if he had never seen her before. What is going on? His subconscious asked. This woman. This cold emotionless woman, who he had no feelings for whatsoever, was to become his wife. His wife to share his life with ' …to love and to hold as death do us part,' the phrase repeated itself like a broken record in his mind. He had never known what it meant. He never understood why his mother and father behave so differently around each other, or why the couples he saw on the sidewalks of London looked so happy. But now. Now he knew. Serena had shown him. She taught him that its okay to share yourself with others and that the loneliness in his heart could be remedied. She was the one who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. She was the one who could bring sunshine in his life.
His mind screamed out at him. Why haven't you realize this sooner? Now it is too late… She's gone…
Darien looked frantically around trying to at least find some tangible sign of her existence. He stared at the doorway through where Serena had disappeared just a few moments ago.
No, how can he lose her when he had just found her. He wont let her go. He was the crowned prince of England! He'll command her to stay. She can't leave him. He'll search the world before he gives her up.
Darien ran out the door, deep in his resolution. He must make Serena see how much she needed him…or was it how much he needed her?
The room was silent. The Queen sighed. She patted her King's hand, "He finally knows what love means."
The King gazed into his beloved's soft eyes, "Yes, he knows now." He wrapped his arm around Rio, "Let's just pray that he doesn't have to learn what heartbreak means too."
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Her tears blinded her but her feet knew where to take her. When Serena could run no more, she collapsed on a stone bench nearby. The moon was high in the sky, full and radiating its magic. She gazed around her, to see that she was surrounded by an Eden of roses. "The Elision Gardens," she whispered.
The moonchild lifted her tear filled eyes to the sky and asked the stars the reason to her sorrow. The moon seemed to feel her pain and extended her matronly rays to envelope the girl in her embrace.
No matter how hard she tried to not care, she knew in her heart that she loved Darien. No matter how much she hated him, she knew that her heart would always ache to be with him. But no matter what her heart may want, her mind knew better. The mind knows that her affections will not be returned, and that her heart will be subjected to more pain and torture. At least this way, she will still have pride and dignity, her mind argued.
It was that night in the Gardens that a girl lost her heart. Under the moonbeams she gave it all up. For all the pain it brought, the girl decided she would be safer without it. With that resolution in her mind, she dried her precious tears and promised that they will never fall from her innocent eyes again. She vowed to never let herself to be open to pain and sorrow. The girl gathered up her skirts and with one last look at the Moon, disappeared into the shadows of the night.
The Moon cried for her lost. Her child has lost her way; hardening herself against the most powerful thing in the world, love. How could she show the girl her wrong? The moon looked to the Earth for help. She found the young prince amidst his own confusion. She could only hope and pray that he breaks out of his own chaos and saves her child in time, before she has lost her forever.
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So how do you like that? I know its short and I know that I haven't written in a loonnnnnggggg while but I'm back now!
I had too much to do and not enough time. Most of my time was occupied with practicing the piano for the New England Music Festival and Competition. I played Vivaldi's Spring and won first!! Happy joy for me!
Anyways, I have more time now and summer is around the corner. I'm hoping to finish this story in maybe 2-3 more chapters. Plus there is a lot of revising and editing to do. I just noticed this after someone said something about the ways I make transitions: when my file is uploaded on ff.net, the breaks all disappear! When I want a change of scene I make these: / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ But when it was uploaded, they all disappear and that makes my already bad transitions even worse.
NOTE: While writing this chapter I was listening to Chopin's Nocturne for the Violin and Piano. Its so pretty, I'm thinking of putting it in the next chapter. Once again, I'm so sorry that it is so short.
Reviews, comments, ideas, constructive criticism, all welcomed!
Until next time…