Disclaimer: I only borrow these characters for my own amusement - not for
profit. Unfortunately, they are currently the property of Paramount.
Author's note: I posted a few chapters of this story under a different title but when I re-read it on ff.net, I felt that it lacked UMMPH! so decided to take it off and re-vamp it. I think that the plot I have in my head is quite original, so really want to see this fruition.
Be forewarned that this may turn out to be an epic (ie lots of chapters) so please be patient.
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FORLOREN
Middle English from Old English, past participle of forlEosan - to lose
CHAPTER 1 - BLISS
She stood next to a marble statue in a garden filled with gold and red flowers. Her porcelain features were in sharp contrast to the onyx color of her hair. The wisps that framed her face blew with the light breeze, as did her white, iridescent dress - her appearance was almost ethereal. A sliver of a smile could be seen as she watched him come towards her.
He took her hands in his, and looked down at her. His piercing eyes focused on her perfect features. He smiled back at her.
She shivered slightly in response. Taking a deep breath in and then blowing it out slowly, she regained her composure and waited for the next step in the ceremony.
A small gathering of people stood in a semi-circle to one side. An elderly man, clothed in a burgundy cloak, stood in front of the couple. He held a tattered book in his hands, and read a passage, in a low mumble. When he was done, he gave a deep bow, and stepped back a few meters.
The younger man bowed in return and then restored his attention to her. He smiled again. Then, leaning in, he gave her a kiss.
She relaxed in his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck. When they separated, she gave him a more genuine smile. She accepted his arm, as he directed them towards the gazebo that had been decorated with fresh flowers and ribbons for this special occasion. They were starting their lives together. . . .
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Unobserved, another man had watched the entire ceremony from behind one of the many monuments of the elaborate garden. He had been prepared to fight for her. But when he saw how happy she looked, he had reconsidered. But what was the most difficult for him was to see them kiss. It was then that he finally realized that he had lost her - his heart was breaking.
With shoulders hunched, he walked slowly in the opposite direction, resisting the urge to look back at the happy couple. He decided that he would leave at that very moment, and picked up his pace, eventually to a blinding run. The heavy beating of his heart seemed to intensify the agony that he was feeling. His eyes welled and his vision started to blur.
The shuttlepod was hidden behind the hill. He somehow found his way, and was now sitting at the helm. He could not recall how he had gotten there; all he could remember was how she seemed to have melted in her lover's arms. Catching his breath, he leaned back in his chair.
How had this happened? And what was he going to tell everyone?
He reflected on the events of the last 2 ½ weeks, hoping that somehow it had all been a dream. But he knew that it was real. Unable to hold it in any longer, he let the tears flow. Grabbing his head in his hands he leaned over, allowing for its weight to be balanced by his elbows on his thighs.
Unfortunately, in his haste to leave, his professionalism had wavered and he failed to notice that he had been followed. He was not alone in the shuttlepod.
The intruder stood in the doorway, motionless. He watched as the normally composed Brit rocked back and forth in his seat, and listened as he lamented, "Hoshi, Hoshi, Hoshi. . . ."
TBC. . . .
A/N: I know this may be a bit of a teaser, but I think I need to start posting this one now and see how it is received in order to motivate myself to continue. I am trying my hand at a bit of angst. So how am I doing???
Author's note: I posted a few chapters of this story under a different title but when I re-read it on ff.net, I felt that it lacked UMMPH! so decided to take it off and re-vamp it. I think that the plot I have in my head is quite original, so really want to see this fruition.
Be forewarned that this may turn out to be an epic (ie lots of chapters) so please be patient.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
FORLOREN
Middle English from Old English, past participle of forlEosan - to lose
CHAPTER 1 - BLISS
She stood next to a marble statue in a garden filled with gold and red flowers. Her porcelain features were in sharp contrast to the onyx color of her hair. The wisps that framed her face blew with the light breeze, as did her white, iridescent dress - her appearance was almost ethereal. A sliver of a smile could be seen as she watched him come towards her.
He took her hands in his, and looked down at her. His piercing eyes focused on her perfect features. He smiled back at her.
She shivered slightly in response. Taking a deep breath in and then blowing it out slowly, she regained her composure and waited for the next step in the ceremony.
A small gathering of people stood in a semi-circle to one side. An elderly man, clothed in a burgundy cloak, stood in front of the couple. He held a tattered book in his hands, and read a passage, in a low mumble. When he was done, he gave a deep bow, and stepped back a few meters.
The younger man bowed in return and then restored his attention to her. He smiled again. Then, leaning in, he gave her a kiss.
She relaxed in his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck. When they separated, she gave him a more genuine smile. She accepted his arm, as he directed them towards the gazebo that had been decorated with fresh flowers and ribbons for this special occasion. They were starting their lives together. . . .
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Unobserved, another man had watched the entire ceremony from behind one of the many monuments of the elaborate garden. He had been prepared to fight for her. But when he saw how happy she looked, he had reconsidered. But what was the most difficult for him was to see them kiss. It was then that he finally realized that he had lost her - his heart was breaking.
With shoulders hunched, he walked slowly in the opposite direction, resisting the urge to look back at the happy couple. He decided that he would leave at that very moment, and picked up his pace, eventually to a blinding run. The heavy beating of his heart seemed to intensify the agony that he was feeling. His eyes welled and his vision started to blur.
The shuttlepod was hidden behind the hill. He somehow found his way, and was now sitting at the helm. He could not recall how he had gotten there; all he could remember was how she seemed to have melted in her lover's arms. Catching his breath, he leaned back in his chair.
How had this happened? And what was he going to tell everyone?
He reflected on the events of the last 2 ½ weeks, hoping that somehow it had all been a dream. But he knew that it was real. Unable to hold it in any longer, he let the tears flow. Grabbing his head in his hands he leaned over, allowing for its weight to be balanced by his elbows on his thighs.
Unfortunately, in his haste to leave, his professionalism had wavered and he failed to notice that he had been followed. He was not alone in the shuttlepod.
The intruder stood in the doorway, motionless. He watched as the normally composed Brit rocked back and forth in his seat, and listened as he lamented, "Hoshi, Hoshi, Hoshi. . . ."
TBC. . . .
A/N: I know this may be a bit of a teaser, but I think I need to start posting this one now and see how it is received in order to motivate myself to continue. I am trying my hand at a bit of angst. So how am I doing???