Part 1
What is it about love that can drive people into the darkest depths of dark madness? It can make you cherish and value every second or hate the very life into which you’ve been thrust. It can make you love the thought of each new day or it can even make you turn your back completely on it, blackening your heart and resulting in an early death.
Helen of Troy caused a war when one man stole her from another because of the love he had for her. She was said to have a face that launched a thousand ships. She didn’t, and she used to complain a lot about nothing and everything, come to think about it I have no idea what all the fuss was about. Face that launched a thousand ships, more like a face that crashed a thousand ships. And did I mention she complained a lot? Her vocal chords used to rattle and squeak like the knees of a hundred year old man running after a chicken to eat for dinner. I should know, I was there! But that is another rainy story for another rainy day in another rainy time. Today however our horizons are filled with picturesque, snow-capped mountains, towering over a lush green forest, through which runs a little river with the freshest tastiest water any man (or woman for that matter) has ever had the privilege of tasting. This river winds it’s way gently and delicately from the frosty caps of the towering mountains down and into the forest and right through a small and yet very productive village. The village is inhabited by a strong people whose daily lives were about to take an unexpected turn, a turn so unheard of in this land untouched and forgotten by time...
He watched her from the branches of a tree on the opposite river bank collecting water and couldn’t help thinking how she was everything he looked for in a woman. Smart, funny and not to mention absolutely gorgeous. He also couldn’t help thinking how he felt he was always at a distance from her, she could be right next to him and yet she was miles away, almost like she was holding something back.
She dipped her bowl into the water and watched it fill. A strand of her long dark hair fell across her face, she pouted her lips and attempted to blow it somewhere other than where it was but it was adamant it wanted to stay and pretended for a second that it was going in her chosen direction then returned to it’s original position. She lifted the bowl from the water and placed it gently on the ground being careful not to lose a drop. She lifted her second bowl and did the same. Then she sat staring into the water, dipping her fingers in and playing with the surface, deep in thought, allowing the days worries to dissipate from her mind and leave her restful and calm. He allowed his eyes to trace her face, moving over her soft skin and stopping at her eyes. They were dark eyes, deep and friendly and seemed to draw anyone in who would give a few seconds of their time to look into them. Just as he started getting sucked in, she felt that feeling you feel when you’re being watched and she looked up and spotted him instantly. Struck and unprepared with being seen by her, his branch seemed to remove itself from it’s task of keeping him safely secured to the tree and he fell, somersaulting as he did and landed straight onto his face.
He slowly eased his head over until he could sneak a peek to see if she was still watching him. His gaze was instead met by another set of eyes, albeit much older and a lot less attractive, and about two inches from his own. The eyes became slits as the face which held them wrinkled up into a wide and slightly toothless grin.
“Good to see you can take a hit Brodan!” Were the words that seemed to crackle off his chapped lips. “That’s another reason why we want to talk to you. Quickly now, follow me.”
Realising it was Droogan, one of the village elders, he pulled himself together, wiped the blood from his face and followed without question, looking back once to the spot where she was, only too see that she wasn’t there...
To Be Continued...
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