"I'm Gannon Sheriden"
"That's an odd name. Where did your parents come by it?"
"My ancestors were originally from Ireland, and my parents love old, traditional names. Gannon means blonde, I think."
"You're definitely not blonde. What about your last name? Do you know what that means?"
"I forgot. It's a really old name. Been in my family for centuries. Son of…something. I can't remember."
"Wow, so you're old blood?"
"Yup, They made learn all the old dances, and traditions. You have no idea how sick I was of Irish Stew as a boy."
"Been there."
"Yeah, but you should hear some of the stories my father used to tell me! One of my great to the thousandth power uncles supposedly helped defeat a dark sorceress and saved the world. There was a lot more, but I wouldn't want to bore you with the details."
"Oh, not at all, I love old stories. You know, I went to Ireland when I was sixteen. I heard a lot of stories there. They were so vivid, it was almost like I'd lived them myself."
"Really? Well why don't I take you to coffee and we can exchange some of them."
"Sounds good. How about that place across the street? I hear they have bread with honey by the slice…."
Cassie, Abbe, Jaz, Ashley, and Cassie's husband of four years stood together in a circle. Ten years ago this day, a battle had been fought, and cries of victory had rung out across the now silent moor. The four old friends had been drawn here on this particular day, and Gannon Arundel Sheriden. had wanted to see the place where his uncle had made his last stand. He and Cassie had met on a crosswalk five years ago when had knocked into her, and sent all of her books flying from her arms. Once they were safely on the sidewalk, they conversation above had taken place, and it had all progressed from there. The moment she had learned his middle name, and guessed the meaning of his last, she had known that fate had brought them together.
Ashley stood, holding Jaz's hand. They both looked down at the ground that had been stained with blood not all that long ago. Their relationship had been the ideal, but they had gone their separate ways after high school. They had however, mysteriously met when both were coincidentally on a business trip in Kansas. They were married with two children. Jasper and Guinievere. Abbe, after a moment's quiet reflection she bent down to retrieve a grass blade, and began to whistle with it. Unbelievably, she was Miltonboro's most eligible bachelorette, and she had at least twenty men in her little black book.
The wind blew, and with it, it seemed voices could be heard. "Your destiny…..Our days are numbered lass….That cloud looks sorta like a llama…..Remember Everything." Cassie knelt on the ground, and touched the spot where her first love had fallen. Time had closed her wounds, but a piece of her heart would always lie upon this ground. But she was luckier than most. She still had that first love. She felt the comforting weight of his coat of arms inside her shirstsleeve, and was cheered. He lived after all. He lived in her husband, who's resemblance to the man was shocking, and he lived in their oldest son, Saber.