~Author's Note~

I am super duper sorry for this delay. Please do forgive me. I hope that the chapter will satisfy your needs and I hope you'll enjoy. Thank you.


"Is it assured?" Francis looked upon the lady of which he loved. She seemed to beam with happiness today because she was extra pleased with her plans. Of course her council, consistent of Ste Margaret, Ste. Catherine and Arch-Angel Michael, guided her.

"Oui. In every way I look at it, it is as it should be." Jeanne nodded for she was assured. She kissed his cheek gently and smiled, then walked out of the green tent. Breathing in deeply she looked upon the lovely skyway above her blond head. The clouds lightly sprinkled about the sky. Like most days, they were as white as lilies, but today they seemed extra fluffy.

Sighing she made her way to a nearby creak. The Dear King had informed her that she needed to campaign in Rouen, but something had come up and she was needed in another city.

As she took a seat by the river she looked upon the clear water. She could see the fish swim through the current and it made her smile. The wonders and creations of God always amazed her.

The lovely spring breeze gently caressed her face as the bright warm sun softly kissed her skin. The only noises she could hear now were the leaves brushing against one another, the water flowing and the sweet birds chirping. For some strange reason (Not quite strange in all reality) Jeanne found peace within nature. She loved how the birds sang and how the sun brought joy to all. She loved everything about nature. The lovely flowers that bloom during the spring -which would be about now- and the warm breezes. Even when it rained, she still adored it.

She recalled that when she was younger she believed that when it rained, God was upset. She thought that when it began to thunder God was rather disappointed- of which she thought were lovely because they were from God. And on a beautiful day such as this one, God was content with his beautiful creations –not quite humanity; Jeanne believed there was no hope. It was days like these that if she closed her eyes just for a while and lifted her head up to the sky at a precise angle, she could forget that there's even a war going on. She would think that nothing was wrong and that she was just bathing in the lovely sunlight. That just for a while, peace roamed within France and its people were full of love and happiness.

"Jeanne D'arc." An angelic voice called. She looked upon the land yet saw no one. "Who is it that calls upon me?" Jeanne announced.

From the heavens, a beautiful figure appeared before her –Arch Angel Michael. Quickly making it to her feet she gave a deep curtsey and then it knelt on one knee, drawing her sword and resting her head upon the end of the handle.

"You may stand, my dear daughter of God." The Angel smiled upon her and she obeyed him so.

"Archangel Michael." She bowed her head and smiled lightly.

"I have come to inform you that your time is coming to an end." He spoke.

For seconds, Jeanne stood still and processed what the Angel had said. "I understand." She nodded. She wasn't quite sure if she was going to go about her normal life or otherwise. Yet she hoped to be able to return to her parents. She really did miss her dear family. Although Pierre and Jean would always bite at one another's neck, they were still her brothers. How old was her Jean now? 22 years old? Could be so.

Before she could tell, the Angel had disappeared from her vision. At the realization of this, she broke into a fit of tears.

She did not cry over what he had said, she cried because he had left. She had loved the apparitions so dearly. She loved them all. They felt fulfilling and divine, she always felt happier when they were around. Their presence had always guided her, and she felt love within her at all times.

Meanwhile as Francis looked for the Maid he loved so dearly, he found her. She was on her knees, crying her heart out by the river. He watched her for a short while; trying to understand why she would be crying yet nothing seemed to be the right conclusion. After giving up he walked towards her, and he could feel, that deep down in his heart, he was upset for the same reason she was –even though he didn't know the reason.

"Please do not cry, mon amour." Francis whispered as he reached her.

Jeanne gasped and looked up to Francis. "I'm sorry." She wiped her tears away.

"Why is it that you cry, my dear?" He raised a golden eyebrow.

"Oh, it is nothing." She shook her head and stood. A lie she would soon confess.

"Do not lie to me." Francis warned gently. "It is a wrong doing, not to me, but to the King of Heaven." He added.

"I am only feeling a little bit upset, that is all." Jeanne assured.

"But why do you feel so down? Is it possible for me to know?" He asked.

"Oh, do not worry. I promise you that it is not in any of your convenience. It is quite absurd in your eyes, I can assure you." She explained.

"Anything that is saddening for you, is saddening for me." Francis couldn't stress it enough.

"It is nothing." Jeanne smiled trying to assure him.

"I hope so." Francis nodded; he understood that she would not want to talk about it.

Jeanne kissed his cheek and walked back to the campsite. She sighed and waved at the cheering troops –they knew they were going to Compiènge to fight for it and they were excited.

She mounted her black horse –of which the Duc D'Alençon had given her around a year ago- and smiled at her troops. "With your guidance, my Lord, we fight for our rightful land. Please lead us to Victory!" She announced and everyone cried in excitement.

"For the Greater Glory of God!" She added and the crowd roared.