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Roxton, Arthur Malone, Abigail Malone, Gerald Krux. Joseph, Earl of
Evington, Henrietta, Countess of Evington, Lord Jason and Lady Elise
Dalphton. The rest belong to J&G, Newline, blah, blah, blah, blah, you know
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Chapter 2
1925
"Mummy, wake up" Marguerite was woken up by her five year old son, William. "Good morning darling" Marguerite said to William and her three year old daughter, Katherine. "Marguerite, we thought you would sleep all morning" John teased her as she sat down. "Good morning to you too" she nudged him in the ribs.
"As long as were all here, I suggest we eat, there are lots of chores to do today" George Challenger, leader of the expedition, pulled out the list from his pocket. The group groaned as a light appeared. "Grandmamma" Arthur, Ned and Veronica's four year old son charged into his grandmother's arms. "Hello, darling" Abigail placed a wet kiss on her grandson's cheek. "Mother, what are you doing here?" Veronica asked. "Abigail, would like some breakfast?" Ned carried his six month old daughter, Abigail to her grandmother.
"No thank you. Marguerite, can I talk to you?" Abigail turned to her. "Of course" Marguerite replied and led the other woman to the quarters she and Roxton shared with their children. "Marguerite, what do you know about your parents?" Abigail gingerly asked, knowing that it was a touchy subject. "They left me at the convent when I was a baby and when I was ten I was picked up by my grandparents. My grandfather died when I was seventeen, my grandmother died when I was nineteen. I took whatever inheritance I had never looked back" Marguerite told the older woman.
"May I see the locket?" Abigail asked. She ran her fingers over the inscription, she sighed sadly, remembering the day Elise and Jason brought the locket home. "What? You know something? Tell me what you know" Marguerite demanded. Abigail took a deep breath, chanted in a language even the linguist never heard and explained "Your parents were Lord Jason and Lady Elise Dalphton. You lived in Avalon until you were ten, when your parents were killed on the plateau. Your father was killed by Sinthar, a Druid priest who loved your mother for a long time. When he found out that Elise returned with your father, he was furious. He killed your father and raptors killed your mother. They loved you, Marguerite, always remember that. I must go, take care, because Sinthar's anger has increased with the passing years. I have no doubt that the marriage of the chosen and the protector and their heirs will only add to his anger" The protector handed Marguerite a photograph before disappearing.
John heard his wife crying and quickly ran to their bedroom. "Darling, what's wrong?" Marguerite cried on his shoulder. "John, my parents, I remember everything" she continued to cry as he read the inscription. "Lord Jason and Lady Elise Dalphton proudly announce the birth of their brand new daughter, Marguerite Elizabeth, June 3rd, 1899". "Mummy, why are you crying?" William and Katherine followed their father.
Marguerite dried her tears as she and John gathered their children in their laps. "Mummy, he looks like you" Katherine pointed out her grandfather to her mother. "These, my darlings are your grandparents" John's eyes met her's. It was as if a burden had been lifted off of her shoulders. "Marguerite, are you ok?" Finn asked as she knocked on the wooden post that served as a door.
"Fine" she replied. "Marguerite, I think they deserve to know" he took her hand and led her to the table. "Child, are you ok?" Challenger cautiously inquired. "I'm fine, thank you" Marguerite replied. "May I see?" Ned, ever the inquisitive reporter asked. "Uncle Ned, that's my grandparents" William proclaimed proudly. "Marguerite, we're ready to listen" Veronica comforted her.
John squeezed her hand. Marguerite took a deep breath and explained. "My parents were Lord Jason and Lady Elise Dalphton. My father was the younger son of the Earl and Countess of Evington. My parents met and married in London, much to my paternal grandmother's disapproval. I was born in London. When I was three, my maternal grandmother died and my mother became the Druid priestess. Naturally, we had to move to Avalon, an idea that infuriated her. She swore that if my father left, he could never return. He never did" she started to explain.
She started crying again as she got to the next part of her story. Again John squeezed her hand and she continued "When I was ten, my parents were walking through the plateau when Sinthar's men killed my father. Sinthar was obsessed with my mother and it infuriated him to no end that not only she chose a mortal for her mate, but she also had a child. My mother tried to escape, but she was killed by Raptors. I was sent to live with my grandparents. My grandfather was a gentle soul who tried to make me happy, but I was rebellious. My grandmother hated me; I knew that every time she saw looked at me, she saw my father. I refused any marriage proposals; I despised everything that my grandparents represented. My grandfather died when I was seventeen, my grandmother when I was nineteen. My cousins inherited the house and the title, I didn't care anymore. I took whatever money I had and never looked back," she told them.
"Where did the last name Krux come from?" Ned inquired. "Gerald Krux was twenty five years my senior. I met him when I returned to London after the whole Adrienne incident. He was a gemologist and archeologist who taught at Oxford. He was looking for a research assistant and I was looking for a safe haven. He was the first man since my father that made me feel safe. We eventually married, and I became pregnant, but I lost both children. He died three years into our marriage. He was working late at the university and it was raining heavily that night. His carriage had disappeared and thieves attacked him. He was found the next day and a week later, he died of pneumonia" her life enfolded before the group.
Later that night, John checked on his children before going to bed. His daughter had inherited her mother's black curls, gray-green eyes, just like Marguerite had inherited from her father. His son had the gift for learning, as well as his mother's mischievous tongue. His eyes looked up to the sky and he wondered if Lord and Lady Dalphton were looking at them. When he entered their room, he found Marguerite was asleep, a habit she had become accustomed to since William's birth. "Darling" he nudged her. "John, what is it?" she asked, half asleep.
"Nothing, go back to sleep" he told her. He wrapped his arms around her protectively and she rolled around to face him. She smiled in her sleep, her face peaceful and angelic. No one would hurt her or his children again; he would make sure of that. "Sleep well, Lady Roxton. I will get you yet and the power that you and your children yield will be mine," the eerie voice laughed in the distance
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Chapter 2
1925
"Mummy, wake up" Marguerite was woken up by her five year old son, William. "Good morning darling" Marguerite said to William and her three year old daughter, Katherine. "Marguerite, we thought you would sleep all morning" John teased her as she sat down. "Good morning to you too" she nudged him in the ribs.
"As long as were all here, I suggest we eat, there are lots of chores to do today" George Challenger, leader of the expedition, pulled out the list from his pocket. The group groaned as a light appeared. "Grandmamma" Arthur, Ned and Veronica's four year old son charged into his grandmother's arms. "Hello, darling" Abigail placed a wet kiss on her grandson's cheek. "Mother, what are you doing here?" Veronica asked. "Abigail, would like some breakfast?" Ned carried his six month old daughter, Abigail to her grandmother.
"No thank you. Marguerite, can I talk to you?" Abigail turned to her. "Of course" Marguerite replied and led the other woman to the quarters she and Roxton shared with their children. "Marguerite, what do you know about your parents?" Abigail gingerly asked, knowing that it was a touchy subject. "They left me at the convent when I was a baby and when I was ten I was picked up by my grandparents. My grandfather died when I was seventeen, my grandmother died when I was nineteen. I took whatever inheritance I had never looked back" Marguerite told the older woman.
"May I see the locket?" Abigail asked. She ran her fingers over the inscription, she sighed sadly, remembering the day Elise and Jason brought the locket home. "What? You know something? Tell me what you know" Marguerite demanded. Abigail took a deep breath, chanted in a language even the linguist never heard and explained "Your parents were Lord Jason and Lady Elise Dalphton. You lived in Avalon until you were ten, when your parents were killed on the plateau. Your father was killed by Sinthar, a Druid priest who loved your mother for a long time. When he found out that Elise returned with your father, he was furious. He killed your father and raptors killed your mother. They loved you, Marguerite, always remember that. I must go, take care, because Sinthar's anger has increased with the passing years. I have no doubt that the marriage of the chosen and the protector and their heirs will only add to his anger" The protector handed Marguerite a photograph before disappearing.
John heard his wife crying and quickly ran to their bedroom. "Darling, what's wrong?" Marguerite cried on his shoulder. "John, my parents, I remember everything" she continued to cry as he read the inscription. "Lord Jason and Lady Elise Dalphton proudly announce the birth of their brand new daughter, Marguerite Elizabeth, June 3rd, 1899". "Mummy, why are you crying?" William and Katherine followed their father.
Marguerite dried her tears as she and John gathered their children in their laps. "Mummy, he looks like you" Katherine pointed out her grandfather to her mother. "These, my darlings are your grandparents" John's eyes met her's. It was as if a burden had been lifted off of her shoulders. "Marguerite, are you ok?" Finn asked as she knocked on the wooden post that served as a door.
"Fine" she replied. "Marguerite, I think they deserve to know" he took her hand and led her to the table. "Child, are you ok?" Challenger cautiously inquired. "I'm fine, thank you" Marguerite replied. "May I see?" Ned, ever the inquisitive reporter asked. "Uncle Ned, that's my grandparents" William proclaimed proudly. "Marguerite, we're ready to listen" Veronica comforted her.
John squeezed her hand. Marguerite took a deep breath and explained. "My parents were Lord Jason and Lady Elise Dalphton. My father was the younger son of the Earl and Countess of Evington. My parents met and married in London, much to my paternal grandmother's disapproval. I was born in London. When I was three, my maternal grandmother died and my mother became the Druid priestess. Naturally, we had to move to Avalon, an idea that infuriated her. She swore that if my father left, he could never return. He never did" she started to explain.
She started crying again as she got to the next part of her story. Again John squeezed her hand and she continued "When I was ten, my parents were walking through the plateau when Sinthar's men killed my father. Sinthar was obsessed with my mother and it infuriated him to no end that not only she chose a mortal for her mate, but she also had a child. My mother tried to escape, but she was killed by Raptors. I was sent to live with my grandparents. My grandfather was a gentle soul who tried to make me happy, but I was rebellious. My grandmother hated me; I knew that every time she saw looked at me, she saw my father. I refused any marriage proposals; I despised everything that my grandparents represented. My grandfather died when I was seventeen, my grandmother when I was nineteen. My cousins inherited the house and the title, I didn't care anymore. I took whatever money I had and never looked back," she told them.
"Where did the last name Krux come from?" Ned inquired. "Gerald Krux was twenty five years my senior. I met him when I returned to London after the whole Adrienne incident. He was a gemologist and archeologist who taught at Oxford. He was looking for a research assistant and I was looking for a safe haven. He was the first man since my father that made me feel safe. We eventually married, and I became pregnant, but I lost both children. He died three years into our marriage. He was working late at the university and it was raining heavily that night. His carriage had disappeared and thieves attacked him. He was found the next day and a week later, he died of pneumonia" her life enfolded before the group.
Later that night, John checked on his children before going to bed. His daughter had inherited her mother's black curls, gray-green eyes, just like Marguerite had inherited from her father. His son had the gift for learning, as well as his mother's mischievous tongue. His eyes looked up to the sky and he wondered if Lord and Lady Dalphton were looking at them. When he entered their room, he found Marguerite was asleep, a habit she had become accustomed to since William's birth. "Darling" he nudged her. "John, what is it?" she asked, half asleep.
"Nothing, go back to sleep" he told her. He wrapped his arms around her protectively and she rolled around to face him. She smiled in her sleep, her face peaceful and angelic. No one would hurt her or his children again; he would make sure of that. "Sleep well, Lady Roxton. I will get you yet and the power that you and your children yield will be mine," the eerie voice laughed in the distance