The Lost World
Chapter 2:
The Sleeper Must Awaken
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"Malone!" she yelled , jumping out of her bed. She ran a hand through her mass of curly blonde hair and sighed. He's been gone for two years and she still dreamt about him; still talked about him. It really was pathetic. Well, what could she do, while watching the newly married Marguerite and Roxton barely able to keep their hands off each other? Besides Veronica still believed Malone would come back to her one day. She hung onto that thought like she had hung onto the belief that her parents would come back. And they had. Granted not her father, but she had learned about her role as "protector of the plateau" from her mother. Yes, she had located Abigail and she had told her everything. Even now she smiled at the memory. She would have quite a wait though, her mother had said. She wanted Veronica to have a life first- a family. But how could she have one with out M-
"V!" she heard Finn call breaking her out of her thoughts. "V!" she called again.
"Coming!" She yelled back, more harshly than she had intended. The nickname "V" had been cute at first but now it grew in to an annoyance. She put on her clothes and stepped into the kitchen and smiled at the young blonde.
"Yes?"
"Time for breakfast. I made something special." She said coldly, almost without feeling.
She had been like that recently. Distant, methodical, almost as if she was going through the motions. She had also taken to making their meals….
Meals,
Unbeknownst to Veronica that were slowly killing them.
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"Morning." Marguerite smiled as she rolled over to the side of the bed in which Roxton slept on. She was so jovial, it scared her. She couldn't believe how she, a cold, secretive woman, could have even won Lord John Roxton's love. And the fact that he had married her made her even more surprised. Granted he was not her first husband- not even her second-but he was the only husband that she had ever felt this way for. The only husband who made her feel that she was or could be a good person, despite all her faults. In short , she, now Lady Marguerite Crew Roxton was madly in love and enjoyed every minute of it. However, she couldn't let John know this. "A girl's got to have a few secrets." she thought slyly to herself.
"Good morning," he replied back winking at her. "I think its time we get out of bed and see what breakfast Finn has in store for us, hmm?" John asked.
"Absolutely." Marguerite said as the two walked out of their bedroom arm and arm.
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A million thoughts went through his head as he headed back to the tree house. What would he say? How could he explain why it took two years to "find" himself? How was he going to get them to believe that this Finn woman wasn't who she claimed to be? Tao had said that much and more as he had left the village and he wondered if he was right. What if Finn didn't even exist and his vision was only a pretense? He knew that his growing power had never been wrong before but that still didn't stop Malone's doubts. Well he had two days to go before he made it to the tree house hopefully by then he wouldn't be too late.
Chapter 2:
The Sleeper Must Awaken
* * *
"Malone!" she yelled , jumping out of her bed. She ran a hand through her mass of curly blonde hair and sighed. He's been gone for two years and she still dreamt about him; still talked about him. It really was pathetic. Well, what could she do, while watching the newly married Marguerite and Roxton barely able to keep their hands off each other? Besides Veronica still believed Malone would come back to her one day. She hung onto that thought like she had hung onto the belief that her parents would come back. And they had. Granted not her father, but she had learned about her role as "protector of the plateau" from her mother. Yes, she had located Abigail and she had told her everything. Even now she smiled at the memory. She would have quite a wait though, her mother had said. She wanted Veronica to have a life first- a family. But how could she have one with out M-
"V!" she heard Finn call breaking her out of her thoughts. "V!" she called again.
"Coming!" She yelled back, more harshly than she had intended. The nickname "V" had been cute at first but now it grew in to an annoyance. She put on her clothes and stepped into the kitchen and smiled at the young blonde.
"Yes?"
"Time for breakfast. I made something special." She said coldly, almost without feeling.
She had been like that recently. Distant, methodical, almost as if she was going through the motions. She had also taken to making their meals….
Meals,
Unbeknownst to Veronica that were slowly killing them.
*
"Morning." Marguerite smiled as she rolled over to the side of the bed in which Roxton slept on. She was so jovial, it scared her. She couldn't believe how she, a cold, secretive woman, could have even won Lord John Roxton's love. And the fact that he had married her made her even more surprised. Granted he was not her first husband- not even her second-but he was the only husband that she had ever felt this way for. The only husband who made her feel that she was or could be a good person, despite all her faults. In short , she, now Lady Marguerite Crew Roxton was madly in love and enjoyed every minute of it. However, she couldn't let John know this. "A girl's got to have a few secrets." she thought slyly to herself.
"Good morning," he replied back winking at her. "I think its time we get out of bed and see what breakfast Finn has in store for us, hmm?" John asked.
"Absolutely." Marguerite said as the two walked out of their bedroom arm and arm.
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A million thoughts went through his head as he headed back to the tree house. What would he say? How could he explain why it took two years to "find" himself? How was he going to get them to believe that this Finn woman wasn't who she claimed to be? Tao had said that much and more as he had left the village and he wondered if he was right. What if Finn didn't even exist and his vision was only a pretense? He knew that his growing power had never been wrong before but that still didn't stop Malone's doubts. Well he had two days to go before he made it to the tree house hopefully by then he wouldn't be too late.