Author's note: This is my first posted fan fic story so um, be nice
please...tell me if the story sucks, but tell me why at least. Thank
you....throws you all cookies for at least looking.
=Telepathy
"On a Path of Thorns and Roses"
Chapter:01
I remember that day quite clearly, even now, despite the societal practice of my people to simply pretend bad things didn't happen. As I travel to my employment as a scientist, I am supposed to simply pretend I don't see the subtle movement of eyestalks and slight leg movements giving away secret sharing. The look of superiority and slight distaste in the eyes of the other females of my community as I give the required, Good Morning to them and they reply purposely halfheartedly. The fact that all my hard years of research on Quantum viruses has been handed to someone else and I am expected to be happy with simple cure testing on cloned organs. The subtle snubbing of other warriors wives of phasing me out of all of their social activities, my once friends.
I'm so sorry Jahar, but I just can't possibly invite your family to my daughter's wedding, you see my husband said only our family and his colleague's family may attend. And Alloran...well, we all know about him don't we?
Or...
I'm sorry Jahar, but the gathering at my home is to reward only Princes with their family, and Alloran is....well, not really a Prince anymore is he?
No, all he is to them is first the disgraced prince, now the half-wit who was stupid enough to get himself infested and disgrace on people, and I his idiot wife who still defends his name when I can, who loved him even when he was cold and distant after his fall from glory.
Sometimes, I cannot help but to think they are right, that I should abandon Alloran, marry one of the males who have come to court me, age has not been too unkind to me. After all, as my sister keeps telling me, there is a good chance that Alloran will not survive the war, Visser Three is a hated enemy of our people and our warriors would kill Alloran as well without a second thought. Or when I could not break open his heart after The Hork Bajir World, how I still do not know to this very day what he was even disgraced for. Just that he withdrew into himself, and how I had this hope one day he would be himself again, the Alloran I had fallen in love with. With the delightful sense of humor, brave, bold, chivalrous, and very in love with me. The father who led his son to his guide tree and embarked all the stories of our people upon the eager ears, or who proudly showed off his beautiful daughter to our neighbors when she was first born.
It is those memories that keep a torch lit in my soul for Alloran, which cut my heart in half the day I learned of his imprisonment, made me clutch my own guide trees for fours hours in grief. I never knew how much I still loved him until that day I was told of his fate. When I look into my children's eyes and see their father looking back at me, in their words and personality's.
I can still remember before the war that began to kill him, when we were young, so alive, so full of ambition, when the future was a sparkling dawn, before a gray fog chocked and smothered the flower of our love. A flower that still struggles to live...oh but what a beginning it had! In the soil of the past and affection that was it's seed!
()()()()()()()
Hmmmm, Kind of short huh? Well it's just to get your attention really.:P Now make me very happy and review! Click the button below and tell me how it was!
=Telepathy
"On a Path of Thorns and Roses"
Chapter:01
I remember that day quite clearly, even now, despite the societal practice of my people to simply pretend bad things didn't happen. As I travel to my employment as a scientist, I am supposed to simply pretend I don't see the subtle movement of eyestalks and slight leg movements giving away secret sharing. The look of superiority and slight distaste in the eyes of the other females of my community as I give the required, Good Morning to them and they reply purposely halfheartedly. The fact that all my hard years of research on Quantum viruses has been handed to someone else and I am expected to be happy with simple cure testing on cloned organs. The subtle snubbing of other warriors wives of phasing me out of all of their social activities, my once friends.
I'm so sorry Jahar, but I just can't possibly invite your family to my daughter's wedding, you see my husband said only our family and his colleague's family may attend. And Alloran...well, we all know about him don't we?
Or...
I'm sorry Jahar, but the gathering at my home is to reward only Princes with their family, and Alloran is....well, not really a Prince anymore is he?
No, all he is to them is first the disgraced prince, now the half-wit who was stupid enough to get himself infested and disgrace on people, and I his idiot wife who still defends his name when I can, who loved him even when he was cold and distant after his fall from glory.
Sometimes, I cannot help but to think they are right, that I should abandon Alloran, marry one of the males who have come to court me, age has not been too unkind to me. After all, as my sister keeps telling me, there is a good chance that Alloran will not survive the war, Visser Three is a hated enemy of our people and our warriors would kill Alloran as well without a second thought. Or when I could not break open his heart after The Hork Bajir World, how I still do not know to this very day what he was even disgraced for. Just that he withdrew into himself, and how I had this hope one day he would be himself again, the Alloran I had fallen in love with. With the delightful sense of humor, brave, bold, chivalrous, and very in love with me. The father who led his son to his guide tree and embarked all the stories of our people upon the eager ears, or who proudly showed off his beautiful daughter to our neighbors when she was first born.
It is those memories that keep a torch lit in my soul for Alloran, which cut my heart in half the day I learned of his imprisonment, made me clutch my own guide trees for fours hours in grief. I never knew how much I still loved him until that day I was told of his fate. When I look into my children's eyes and see their father looking back at me, in their words and personality's.
I can still remember before the war that began to kill him, when we were young, so alive, so full of ambition, when the future was a sparkling dawn, before a gray fog chocked and smothered the flower of our love. A flower that still struggles to live...oh but what a beginning it had! In the soil of the past and affection that was it's seed!
()()()()()()()
Hmmmm, Kind of short huh? Well it's just to get your attention really.:P Now make me very happy and review! Click the button below and tell me how it was!