Elaine Marley sat before a mirror in a luxurious subterranean apartment beneath Monkey Island, examining her black-clad reflection with a critical eye. Her hair, always red, was now quite literally flaming red; it suited her complexion, she thought, and brought out that attractive tinge of red in her eyes. Her looks pleased her, just as everything had pleased her since she came here to join the immortals and be with the one man she truly loved. How or when she had come here eluded her, but that was no longer important. What did matter was that she was here, now, on this her wedding day. Today she was finally going to marry her true love--and then maybe she'd be able to silence those disturbing thoughts for good.
Again, normally she was very happy to be here, but sometimes she heard strange voices in her head, voices that whispered to her and told her about the life she'd had before she became immortal. They told her that once she had been a Governor and had ruled islands, had fought in battles. Sometimes they said things that disturbed her peace, and told her that she had once hated the man she loved--that she had really loved another man and had proudly worn his diamond ring.
And that was sheer nonsense, she knew; she wore only one man's diamond, and it was her LeChuck's. It was a diamond to be proud of, really, a black gem of impressive size, shining with black rainbow colors. And anyway, I was only half-alive then, she thought. I came here to be with LeChuck. I love him. He loves me. He always told her so, and she always believed him. How could I have loved anyone else?
A knock on her door announced her attendants, who came to escort her to the altar. She trembled with excitement as they reached the gilded doors of the chapel and threw them wide open.
The music swelled. At the front of the sanctuary, LeChuck stood, his magnificent beard blazing with blue flame, fire that burned with icy cold. She was the fire to his ice. Her eyes were only for him as she strode down the aisle, smiling, carrying her black bouquet, to be his bride for all eternity.
And, deep within her heart, a voice whispered Guybrush...
..and
a single tear trickled down her cheek, much to the consternation of her
LeChuck, but she couldn't stop it, or even explain why she cried.