There he stood at the train station, alone and unaware of where to go or
who to see. Though he was not frightened. Losing Satine had made him almost
dead inside but there was a faint glimmer in him still holding on, still
waiting, and still hoping that he would see her face once more.
He had never been more determined about anything in his life. He WOULD find
her...
He would find her...
The warm summer rain began to pelt down upon him. Romania smelt sweet. There was the smell of ripening tomatoes and fresh laundry in the air. The sky turned orange before night set in and Christian walked the streets hoping for a place to rest. He came across a small pub that that looked inviting. The sound of laughter was flowing out the open door and Christian decided that this was the place.
He lingered in the doorway a little while his eyes grew accustomed to the light. "Come in! Come in!" a friendly looking man behind the bar said to him. "My name is Bernard". Bernard's accent was rich - exactly how he likes his cake- thought Christian, as Bernard was quite a plump man. He stood at about a foot shorter than Christian and looked up at him with bright smiling eyes. "Hello," Christian said, "I'm Christian". "Well welcome! Welcome Christian! Can I get you-ah anything to drink?" he said already emptying a bottle of beer into a glass. Christian at himself down at the bar and took a sip at his beer.
The bar was full of talking, laughing people. It was like a time warp for Christian, once, not that long ago it seemed, he had been as carefree as them. He sorrowful expression must have caught Bernard's eye because he began to make conversation. "So, what brings you to Romania? I noticed your accent was foreign. What are you looking for? Work? Family? Love?" The last one struck a chord with Christian, "Yes...love, a lost love actually..."
"Ahhh! Did she leave you, and now you are trying to win her back?"
"No, she loved me. We loved each other...it's complicated"
"Are you going anywhere? Why don't you tell me this complicated story of yours?"
"Okay." Christian replied and then he began the story of his life. He told Bernard of how he had gone to Montmatre to become a writer...
His story continued, late into the night and as he told of the Duke and the Moulin Rouge and Harold Zidler. The bar slowly emptied until just he and Bernard were left . When he came up to the part with the Gypsy Queen and how he had to journey to the Wilting Forest Bernard let out a gasp. "You know of the Gypsy Queen?" Bernard looked shocked.
"Yes," answered Christian but what I find more amazing is that she knows of me. So does she really exist?"
"Of course she exists! She's the only one them Gypsy folk'll listen too. I've never seen her myself, but she's fabled to be very beautiful and very wise."
Christian was a bit disheartened by the fact that the Gypsy Queen really existed. He thought that maybe it was Satine trying to contact him without the Duke finding out. He thought he would find himself lost in a clearing deep in the forest and she would begin to sing her song and they would run away together like they had planned...Now there seemed to be little hope. But there was still the song...
"Do you have anywhere to stay for tonight?" asked Bernard, "We have a few guest rooms upstairs and my wife makes a fantastic breakfast. Then in the morning I will give you directions on how to find the Wilting Forest"
Christian's face smiled, "That'd be great" he said thankfully.
As he carted his one bag up the stairs, he felt a warmth in his heart and an excitement in his belly. Tomorrow, he was going to see the Gypsy Queen and get Satine back.
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Is this story too far from the original to work? I don't know I was just sick of reading the same old, same old story lines and decided to write something a little bit different. I hope you like it and regardless of what you think I'd like to hear it.
~*~ All you need is love ~*~
Love Diamonte-saber
He would find her...
The warm summer rain began to pelt down upon him. Romania smelt sweet. There was the smell of ripening tomatoes and fresh laundry in the air. The sky turned orange before night set in and Christian walked the streets hoping for a place to rest. He came across a small pub that that looked inviting. The sound of laughter was flowing out the open door and Christian decided that this was the place.
He lingered in the doorway a little while his eyes grew accustomed to the light. "Come in! Come in!" a friendly looking man behind the bar said to him. "My name is Bernard". Bernard's accent was rich - exactly how he likes his cake- thought Christian, as Bernard was quite a plump man. He stood at about a foot shorter than Christian and looked up at him with bright smiling eyes. "Hello," Christian said, "I'm Christian". "Well welcome! Welcome Christian! Can I get you-ah anything to drink?" he said already emptying a bottle of beer into a glass. Christian at himself down at the bar and took a sip at his beer.
The bar was full of talking, laughing people. It was like a time warp for Christian, once, not that long ago it seemed, he had been as carefree as them. He sorrowful expression must have caught Bernard's eye because he began to make conversation. "So, what brings you to Romania? I noticed your accent was foreign. What are you looking for? Work? Family? Love?" The last one struck a chord with Christian, "Yes...love, a lost love actually..."
"Ahhh! Did she leave you, and now you are trying to win her back?"
"No, she loved me. We loved each other...it's complicated"
"Are you going anywhere? Why don't you tell me this complicated story of yours?"
"Okay." Christian replied and then he began the story of his life. He told Bernard of how he had gone to Montmatre to become a writer...
His story continued, late into the night and as he told of the Duke and the Moulin Rouge and Harold Zidler. The bar slowly emptied until just he and Bernard were left . When he came up to the part with the Gypsy Queen and how he had to journey to the Wilting Forest Bernard let out a gasp. "You know of the Gypsy Queen?" Bernard looked shocked.
"Yes," answered Christian but what I find more amazing is that she knows of me. So does she really exist?"
"Of course she exists! She's the only one them Gypsy folk'll listen too. I've never seen her myself, but she's fabled to be very beautiful and very wise."
Christian was a bit disheartened by the fact that the Gypsy Queen really existed. He thought that maybe it was Satine trying to contact him without the Duke finding out. He thought he would find himself lost in a clearing deep in the forest and she would begin to sing her song and they would run away together like they had planned...Now there seemed to be little hope. But there was still the song...
"Do you have anywhere to stay for tonight?" asked Bernard, "We have a few guest rooms upstairs and my wife makes a fantastic breakfast. Then in the morning I will give you directions on how to find the Wilting Forest"
Christian's face smiled, "That'd be great" he said thankfully.
As he carted his one bag up the stairs, he felt a warmth in his heart and an excitement in his belly. Tomorrow, he was going to see the Gypsy Queen and get Satine back.
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Is this story too far from the original to work? I don't know I was just sick of reading the same old, same old story lines and decided to write something a little bit different. I hope you like it and regardless of what you think I'd like to hear it.
~*~ All you need is love ~*~
Love Diamonte-saber