The blue God
Chapter three
Words said, will stick…
Before I do this chapter, I just want to let you know, that I'm not good at history, my friends have already punished me for getting the 1800s mixed up with the 1900s, you may tell me off too. In my other ff I've been told off coz I cant spell any names, it's all hopeless really isn't it? Lol
Anyways, Edward is like now erm, 15.
I made a mistake on the last chapter, Elsa, and Elizabeth leave made-up food for him, he just has to put it in the oven, they also leave recipes for him, and teach him how to write and stuff.
Just as a tip, I'm lazy, so I probably won't change it lol!
I want to say a big thank you to my reviewers, you rock, and thanks to my two friends Flame of the forrest, and –xrosepetalsx-
Who are the only ones who reviewed… oh well?
So… here we go…
This is set, when Edward is 17…
It is in Peter's POVI have been trapped in stone, for years. People know I disappeared, now my collection, can feel during the day, the pain I can inflict on them, I have lessoned it though, Elsa is here in this hell with me.
We both know the cure, but there is no cure from that pain, that eternal damned life. I lived with a witch, who I made upset; she changed me to blue stone, now I must inflict pain on Elsa, I loved her, and it hurt, a lot, when she rejected me, to move on.
I had bought her a ring, and had 'for ever, may we love, my love' engraved on the inside of the ring, it fitted her finger perfectly; I'd slipped it on, whilst she slept, she hadn't stirred, but the next day, the new boy came into town.
Philip Masen.
He stole her from me, he didn't have to do anything but be there for her, get her a ring faster than I could, and ruin my life faster than I had time to win her back.
I had to win her back.
And I have won her back.
It's taken me a century, but if you love something that much, you'll fight for it, twice the amount you love it.
To get her back I went across the country, until I was nearly back home.
It was raining heavily, and the rain was hitting my skin hard, making it sting as it sliced on open wounds from bushes, and shrubs that I had gone through in the last few weeks.
I went round a corner, fog coming in as well, there was a house, it was very small, but the light radiating off of it supported my better judgment to go in.
I knocked on the door, some shuffling went on inside, my best friend whom I did not have an acquaintance with at the time came to the door, in her night robe and a single candle in a small plate to hold it on.
She took in me, as I took in her.
I realized that she wasn't as old as I'd originally seen, her hair was blonde, but had looked gray in the light that it was in, her small delicate face had pixie like features, but they where not as small as a pixie's should be, although they looked like she wouldn't be the same with out them.
Her small hands where that of a pianist, small but with thin long fingers that rubbed my arm.
"Come on in then young sir" she said politely, she led me to her bathtub, it was warm, and soothing.
"I just was getting ready for bed young sir, so I myself have just been in there" I nodded, and she left me be.
I had a bath, while she washed my clothes, I rubbed myself completely clean, and by the time I had myself out the bath, I had clean clothes just outside the door, I slipped them on, and went down the small uneven steps.
"You will sleep here" she motioned to the only bed.
"Where will you sleep?" she looked at me confused
"Why right next to you sir"
"Oh"
"I can sleep on the floor sir?"
"No, no I wouldn't want you or I to sleep on the floor, lets sleep"
We climbed in I went the opposite side to her, we where foot-head type of thing.
I lay there, and I felt her move around a bit, it was then that I heard the most beautiful sound ever, I looked up and saw the woman, she looked so young, in her white gown, the wind blowing gently at her with the full moon on her hair, that was in a plait, with hair that had come free swaying around her face, I was entranced.
I made a remark like "can you shine any brighter?" I meant it well, I would have got a slap from Elsa, or she would have blushed brightly, making me laugh and say
"Yes, I knew I could be proved wrong" that would have allowed me a small snap shot at Elsa's feelings, although, she would still slap me in the end, and end up cuddling me.
That was my problem; I had grown accustomed to Elsa's ways.
The girl, turned towards me, her face was scary, she looked like a witch, the next thing I know, I was awake at night, and a blue statue in Elsa and Philip's garden.
That was how I came to be…