Hello #AllSouls #ADOW family. Happy Valentine's Day.
I posted a snippet of this new Bishmont fic a few weeks ago on tumbler. After some last minute editing, it's ready for all the creatures out there.
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Lady Lazarus
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Mon Immortel
"My Immortal…"
Chapter 1: L'etoile du Nord (The North Star…)
Long ago, there was a young girl who lived beside a castle with seven towers. Her parents were care-takers. Her family lived in a small cottage on the grounds. Their cottage was a gift to the family from Master of the Castle. The Master, Pip he's known to those close to him, is good, kind, gentle, deeply caring for the villagers who live near his land.
The young girl was born to a couple who longed for a child. The couple had heartbreak after heartbreak until shortly after the new-year, the wife learned she was with child. The Master and Mistress of the castle took every precaution ensuring the baby would arrive. In the middle of August, when the roses were fully bloomed, the wife's water broke.
The Mistress of the castle, along with one female servant were on hand to help with the delivery. After a quick labor, a baby girl was born with North Star shining brightly in the sky. After her mother held her she was given to the Mistress of the castle.
A strong scent of roses growing in the nearby garden flooded her nose as the baby girl's blue eyes opened meeting the Mistress - Master Pip's mate and wife. He approached them slowly, carefully observing his love holding the baby girl. The newborn held onto her chilly finger.
"She needs a name my Lady," the mother sighed.
At that moment, rose petals flew into the birthing room swirling around the baby, Master Pip and his wife. Her mother nestled into her husband's chest. "Rose. We shall name you Rose."
The North Star in the sky twinkled above shinning into the birthing room, illuminating the new mother, father, Master Pip and his wife. As Rose grew, everyone within the castle came to learn she'd was special. She was similar to the villagers, but Master Pip, his wife, and the Lord of the castle, sensed more – a change was slowing simmering to the surface.
As little Rose grew into a little girl, her Ma-Ma would tell her stories of the Castle of with Seven Towers and those who lived inside. She would ask for the same tale every bedtime. One day Rose inquired of the inhabitants, "How special are they, Maman?"
"Well," her mother begins walking her daughter towards one of the seven towers. "Those who live close to the castle, like us and legends say they…" she stops seeing the master of the castle approach them. He kneels in front her daughter.
"Ah my favorite story," Master Pip grins picking up five-year old Rose in his arms. "Our favorite story," he corrects himself kissing Rose's cheek. "To be allowed into the castle," he begins, "one must have a sharp mind, kindness and love must be in their heart, and for some special powers."
"Powers," she stops when the Master of the castle places his cold finger over her lips then bopping her nose.
"Qui Ma Petite Mademoiselle," he hushes her with a twinkle in his eyes. Fairy tales with beings –creatures with magical powers are normal tales in her household. Master Pip senses they will joined by another soon. Little Rose sees a hint of black hair coming closer.
"And the Lord of the Castle," she questions. "He's special too."
"Ah Ma Petite Mademoiselle," he coos. "Extremely. It has been foretold, passed down to me, he has been searching the surrounding lands near and far, the night sky for a mate," he smirks, "wife - someone special meant to be his. His heart, soul, have been waiting and watching for her for a very long time."
"Like a Princess?"
"Possibly," he glances up at the sky. The sun has begun it's decent into the horizon. Up high in the sky he sees it. It's been there far longer than he. "But I believe the Lord is waiting for his North Star." The master of the castle places the young girl into her mother's embrace kissing her forehead.
He reaches into his pocket, taking out a necklace. Her mother's eyes widen as he latches it around her daughter's neck. His cold finger tips trace the blue ribbon resting on her warm skin. He stops close to her heart where the pendant rests. It is silver with a blue gem stone sparkling in the center.
His eyes widen as her pulse increases, and a faint melody passing through her veins. Little Rose is the Key. Her Mother protests at such a treasure given to her daughter but he stops her.
"The North Star…," Rose presses of Master Pip.
"Qui." He points to the star in the sky. "The star is constant. It's the only star in the heavens that never moves. It's constant, unwavering. When the Lord of the castle with the seven towers finds his L'etoile du Norde, his love for her will be perpetual, steadfast, unshakable; as will her love for the Lord be."
"How will he know the North Star is his? There are so many stars shining brightly. How does he know?"
"Well," Master Pip crouches to be eye level with Rose. "When his star arrives, he will her a song within her heart moving through the veins of her body only HE can hear. This song her heart sings, will only be meant for the Lord and commence when they are near each other. The music hidden deeply within her will only begin to come out, when the Lord enters her life."
"Will she know she can play this kind of music?"
Master Pip shrugs his shoulder. "In the beginning, I do not know. But in time, I'd like to believe she will. Every creature has music inside them, but hers is truly special. It will call to them both especially when they must part ways." Rose sniffles. "Oh don't fret Ma Petite. He'll find her, be with her always. She will know his ways without being taught, his needs, cravings without being asked."
He pauses for a moment. "He'll be drawn to the sparkle in her eyes, and under her skin. Her smile will warm him make him feel alive. But most of all, she'll smell like all his favorite things."
Little Rose squints. "That's silly Master Pip. Is she going to smell like his favorite flower?"
"Juste peut-etre petit Rose (just maybe little one)," he kisses her nose. "His North Star will understand him in a way he's hope for his entire life. Her love truly changes him and them both forever."
"So the North star will be his happy ending?"
Master Pip fully smiles. "No Ma Petite." Rose's eyes widen. "She is his happy ending, and new beginning."
"Does her ever find her – his North Star?"
The Master of the castle smiles, sensing his step-son's arrival. "Not yet. But in time he will. Like the Lord, she is waiting," His fingers squeeze the North Star resting on her heart. The melody's volume in her blood increases.
"But what if he's gone before he can find her?"
He kisses the young girl on the forehead whispering the final section of the story in her ear. Her eyes widen. "You mean…he.. I mean," she gasps.
"Oh yes. And with her by his side, I'd like to think so will she." His eyes meet her mother's. "Take care of this star for us. Keep it with you always. Pass it on to the right person. When the time is right it will return with the woman, mate meant for the Lord of this castle."
"Merci Master Phillippe," the mother smiles before returning to finish her work for the day with Rose at her side.
"Toujours (always) Elisha," he responds to Rose's mother. Her father Samuel shakes Philippe's hand before he joins his family.
The family pass his Step-son on their way inside. They grin at him. He bends down seeing necklace on their daughter's neck. "Monsieur. Madame," his green-blue eyes meet theirs.
"Master Pip gave to me Seigneur Matty. I can keep it safe," Rose smiles. Her hand lift the star off her skin. The blue star glimmers slightly. Rose's family can't see it, but he can. It's never done that before. He too hears the soft melody within her veins. "Maitresse Isa…"
"I'm sure if my Pere gave it to you, it's perfectly fine with my Maman." He sighs. "Keep it safe. I hear its light will guide you."
"Qui." Rose kisses his cheek. His eyes close hearing musical chords and notes whispering in her blood. Matthew bids them goodnight. They walk their daughter home. He's joined by Phillippe.
He begins to question his step-father but stops noting the look on his face. "Your Maman granted me permission to give Little Rose the necklace. She will not be cross with me Matthois. She adores the child as much as you or I."
"Oh don't I know it," Matthew chuckles. "Shall I guess you told her the fairy tale of the North Star?"
"It is her favorite. Your Maman and I have told her that tale since she was a we-babe. I won't stop now." Phillipe winks at Matthew.
"She's going to think that story is about us," he grumbles willing himself to keep cool. "Me," he utters silently to himself.
"Perhaps. The child knows we are special – as is she," Phillippe suggests. Matthew stops walking glancing at Phillippe. "You saw the star sparkle on her neck and the music beginning to form within her. It's a sign my son. The girl is from a powerful magical family, even though there is no ability in her or her parents. I smell a change coming."
"It's a storm Phillipe," Matthew protests with a labored sigh. "You and Maman always feel the change in the air before most of us do."
Phillippe senses his mate near. She joins them. Ysabeau kisses Matthew and steps to her mate's side. Matthew leaves them in peace. "You gave Rose the North Star." He nods. "And?"
Phillippe sighs kissing his mates wrists. "I'm certain of it my love. Petite Mademoiselle Rose Proctor is the one my love."
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TBC…
Yup that's it. For now. The story Master Pip tells Little Rose is very important. You'll see how much later on. I'm sure you have questions. If so message me on tumbler or twitter under the same handle.
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Thank you for taking the time to read…
Lady Lazarus