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FAGE⦠The 13th.
Title: Passages of Time
Written for: Mama4Dukes
Written By: SparklingFae
Rating: M
Summary/Prompt used:
One moment they were arguing, the next they were before the council being punished for it. Fate has a funny way of bringing two of the most unlikeliest of people together.
Paul and Bella fight over ice cream.
Chapter 4
Life 4: Jamestown Colony, The New World 1610
Abraham wiped the wet rag across his sweat-dampened forehead. At 17 years old with his own small tract of land in the new English colony, he was due to find someone to settle down with and take as his wife. It was a harsh land and newly settled upon by many from his home country of England.
He had called on a young woman, Honour Goodman, whose family kept the tract of land beside him, but they kept things appropriate and were never without chaperones. It was untoward to even fathom such a thought as meeting her clandestinely. Gentlemen did not meet ladies without company or else risk the ruin of said lady.
He considered Honour Goodman a friend, but thought perhaps to move to a more intimate relationship in time, if she was agreeable. She was a virtuous young woman, but had a fiery spirit to match her ginger hair and freckled complexion. He quite enjoyed her company and considered the possibility of calling on her after the evening meal.
As if she had known his thoughts, the very woman he had been thinking about happened to be out with her family on a stroll through the town. He looked over as she greeted him, lifting his hand in return with a smile.
"A good day to you, Mr. Parsons."
"And to you, Miss Goodman. Mister and Mistress Goodman, a pleasure to see you."
His eyes sought her out once more as the family continued their stroll. Her bright red hair sparkled beneath the sun.
He drew in a breath and walked across the field he was working to spend a moment in neighborly conversation. He hoped his distraction was not apparent to the good man and his wife as they discussed the planting and increasing Indian tensions in the area. Honour's voice cut through the fog of polite small talk.
"Oh my, you must be quite thirsty, Sir, allow me to fetch you water?"
He offered a dazzled nod as she parted his company for a few moments to gather water for him. Honour quickly returned to his side and offered the water from a gourd dipper.
"You mustn't allow yourself to go without water, Mr. Parsons."
He merely nodded, accepting the offered water from her delicate hand.
"Might I call upon you, Miss Goodman?", he blurted out without preamble, shocking himself and certainly the others, but he was suddenly entranced by her beauty and pressed by loneliness.
Honour was shocked and surprised that he had finally drummed up the courage to openly ask her for the honor of calling upon her. She didn't immediately answer.
Abraham took her lack of answer as a denial and looked away, feeling quite saddened by the aspect of not being allowed the chance to call upon her. Honour's mother pinched her side and she quickly recovered her wits.
"Oh my, yes, Mr. Goodman. You may certainly call upon me."
He grinned widely and made an exuberant sound, picking her up and twirling her, his enthusiasm getting away from him for a moment before he was quickly chastised by a sharp gasp from Honour's mother at his loss of propriety.
"My apologies, ma'am. I seem to have lost my senses in my appreciation of the moment."
Honour's mother nodded primly and guided her daughter back toward the dirt lane to resume their leisurely walk; Mr. Goodman followed a step behind after giving Abraham a slight wink of mirth. The family departed, leaving Abraham to continue his work and muse upon the fortune that had been bestowed upon him.
Fate could not have been any worse to him and Honour than in that moment, however. Just as they were moving toward the start of a new relationship, everything fell apart.
Abraham stood when he noticed the otherworldly silence within the woods behind him, not even a bird singing in the waning light as he worked diligently on preparing the ground for planting. He ran toward the relative safety of his log home, but it was already too late.
An arrow flew from the woods and pierced his back, a second piercing his chest a moment later. He stumbled and coughed, blood coating his lips as he fell to ground, the momentum of the fall causing the arrow to pierce his heart as he gasped his last breath. His final thought was of Honour and her fiery red hair.
