Prologue: Romantic Ties
A note from the author: I KNOW I shouldn't be working on this story right now, but I REALLY want to! I need a break. Plus, it's just a prologue! There's no turning back now! I've already written the author's note so HUH!
Heads up! I'm gonna be switching P.o.V.s with every chapter. Everybody will more than likely be viewed from more than once. Possibly three or four times depending on how long the story gets. This is meant to be sort of an epic tale, but I have NO idea how well it will turn out.
I know you're like, screaming at me to get on with the story, but I think you should know that since this is only the PROLOGUE, I will not be doing using one of the main characters' point of views in this chapter. Instead, it will be a mother commentating on what she sees happening, so you kinda get a feel for the story, y'know. . .get a good strong grip so we can start nice and hard on Chapter 1. Here we go! (I'm really nervous)
Lillia's Point of View
Aaahh...
The air is warm. This is the season in which I am the healthiest. The doctors tell me that warm weather is always better; that's why they all want me to move to Florida.
But I won't do that. Not while my children still live here. Mineral Town is all we've ever known.
Then again. . .Popuri is learning many new things about the world, and she's got Kai Bailar to thank for that. Every summer, that boy comes here to man his quaint little seafood restaurant on the beach. Every summer, Popuri falls in love with him all over again.
But this summer is especially different from the past six ones he has spent here in Mineral Town. This summer, Popuri spends up to seven hours a day with him, helping out at the Beach House, roaming the mountainous area near the carpenter's hut, wading in the ocean waves... Yesterday I caught her snuggling against him as they sat on the end of the dock at the beach, looking out on a splendid summer sunset.
Rick and I fear it won't be long...until her heart is broken.
Oh, that Rick. He technically has no room at all to talk. He is head over heels for Sasha's daughter, Karen. I always wish his father was here so he could intervene. That Karen would never be happy with my son. She's got too free a spirit, too adventurous a heart. Rick is a down-home kind of boy. He's never left this town and never will.
I think that's why he is so intimidated by Kai Bailar. Kai travels the globe when he isn't here. He's been to Mexico, Spain, Jamaica, America, South Africa, Mongolia, Northern Russia, Iceland! He makes a living by selling his handmade musical instruments wherever he goes. It's something he invented...What is it called? Oh, yes...the blowafluto. The BLOWAFLUTO! It's like a new, "improved" version of the flute. He's made a good sum of money from them, but who knows how long it will last?
Popuri does not live like that either. Me, her, and Rick...we are all the same.
However, my husband is not, and that is why Popuri thinks she has a future with Kai. See? My husband and I, we love each other. More than anything else in the world. So Popuri believes she and Kai can be what my husband and I are. But there are things she doesn't know! She doesn't know how many nights I lie in bed and sob into my pillow because my Paulie isn't here to help me raise the two of them, to comfort me in my sickness, to love me like everyone else's husband does them. She doesn't know what it feels like to wake up each morning wondering...where is my husband!
And that's why couples like Popuri and Kai or Karen and Rick just aren't meant to be.
Besides, it seems to me that Karen is falling fast for this new farmboy, Jack Taylor Duritz. He hasn't been here long, only for a season and a half. I only know his full name because it was in Farmer Redd's will three years ago. He left his farm to that young boy, an old, old friend, and only God knows the reasoning behind that decision. Jack is from America; he hails from some city called Amarillo. In Texas I believe. He's supposed to know his business about farming, but even after a season and a half of working hard, he's still got his work cut right out for him. He's definitely got a job to do.
And though it seems this Jack has been developing feelings for Karen also, I've noticed his eyes on my own daughter recently. Just this afternoon as a matter of fact. He dropped by the Poultry Farm for some chicken feed and just couldn't take his eyes off her.
She is very pretty, my daughter. She inherited my unusual pink curls and high cheekbones, but I can't take credit for those diamond blue eyes. Those were Paul's doing. Rick got them, too, along with Paul's infamous thick blond locks.
My, my, my children are gorgeous.
Not that Karen and Kai are not beautiful also. Karen is indeed a work of art. She looks exactly as her mother did at this age (which is eighteen, by the way) except she's got these long blond side bangs which are supposedly inherited from her grandmother. Her eyes shine like the emeralds in the earrings Paul gave me for our fourth anniversary. . .That was nineteen years ago. My goodness, I keep forgetting how old I am.
And Kai...Kai is undeniably, devilishly good-looking. He isn't very tall, but he's certainly got the dark and handsome part down. I've only looked into his eyes twice, but I will never, ever forget them. Deep, dark brown portals of eyes they are. As rich and sweet as chocolate on Valentine's Day. A touchable face, a truly enticingly toned figure. . .The boy is a masterpiece in God's art gallery.
I can sort of sense my feelings about him changing. Though Rick is becoming more and more protective of Popuri, I am beginning to think that...Kai isn't so bad. I still would not fully support a decision to further their relationship, but I wouldn't exactly put up a fight either.
I don't know. Sometimes I think everything would just be better, easier, less stressful, if I just kept my nose out of everybody's business.
But that wouldn't be any fun, now would it?
A/N: YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!! That -- was -- so -- FUN! I've never written anything funner. Tell me what you think? Yes, no, maybe so? PLEASE, tell me!
