Post by Avive de Rocaille on Mar 11, 2011 22:56:08 GMT -5
So - at this point it is mid-spring on the board. Justin and Avive were supposed to get married at the beginning of spring, which means that doing it now would make it a backstory. SO, I actually have the following idea: I could write a long backstory in flashbacks. I would begin by flashing back to the wedding, how nice it was, blah blah blah. then, i would write about how as Justin and Avive were travelling to their honeymoon in La Serenissima, their carriage was attacked by Skaldi warriors and Justin was killed. Avive survived by playing dead under the carriage. The backstory would end with Avive back at her father's house, sick, in shock, and temporarily retired until she recovers. This could also serve as a catalytic event for the upcoming conflict with the Skaldi. Thoughts?
The spring rain poured down over our green fields, but all I could see was gray for miles. Sitting by the window, unwashed, unkempt, throat sore from tears and cries, wondering how it all could have gone wrong so quickly.
***
"Do you, Justin de Rocaille, take this woman, Avive de Mauvais..."
"I do."
"And do you, Avive de Mauvais, take this man, Justin de Rocaille...
"I do."
"Then by the power vested in me by the Priesthood of Elua, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
***
Clip-clop, clip-clop. The hooves of the horses sang on the road as Justin's hand went up my thigh. Just as he was touching my pearl, there was a shout, loud whinnying, and all of a sudden, Justin was pulled from the carriage, and I along with him. I screamed, and there was the sound of breaking wood as the carriage careened over onto me. There was a sharp pain, and I could dimly feel my leg being impaled by a stake. From beneath the carriage, I could see Justin fighting, and then there was a silver dagger and a horrible squishing crunching noise, and the dagger was buried in Justin's belly. He made a terrible noise, before falling down. His head lolled in my direction and as the light left his eyes I saw him mouth the word love. Quickly, I made my gaze as vacant as possible, so when the ruffians looked under the carriage, all they saw was a dead girl.
***
I don't know how long I lay in the muddy road, blood leaking profusely from my wound. All I know is when the Cameline army arrived, I was nearly dead with shock and my wound was infected. The finest chirurgeons stitched me up, but they told me I'd always need a cane to walk. All through it I wept, wept for my broken body, wept for my dear dead husband, wept for a marriage barely begun, of a life ruined before it even started.
When I was well enough to be moved, my father traveled to Camlach to bring his baby home. He told me that Skaldi ruffians were responsible for this, but I didn't speak. I haven't spoken, only cried. My dear beloved husband, torn form my arms. The sweetness of love has turned to the bitterness of grief, and I fear I will never know goodness nor joy again.
The spring rain poured down over our green fields, but all I could see was gray for miles. Sitting by the window, unwashed, unkempt, throat sore from tears and cries, wondering how it all could have gone wrong so quickly.
***
"Do you, Justin de Rocaille, take this woman, Avive de Mauvais..."
"I do."
"And do you, Avive de Mauvais, take this man, Justin de Rocaille...
"I do."
"Then by the power vested in me by the Priesthood of Elua, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
***
Clip-clop, clip-clop. The hooves of the horses sang on the road as Justin's hand went up my thigh. Just as he was touching my pearl, there was a shout, loud whinnying, and all of a sudden, Justin was pulled from the carriage, and I along with him. I screamed, and there was the sound of breaking wood as the carriage careened over onto me. There was a sharp pain, and I could dimly feel my leg being impaled by a stake. From beneath the carriage, I could see Justin fighting, and then there was a silver dagger and a horrible squishing crunching noise, and the dagger was buried in Justin's belly. He made a terrible noise, before falling down. His head lolled in my direction and as the light left his eyes I saw him mouth the word love. Quickly, I made my gaze as vacant as possible, so when the ruffians looked under the carriage, all they saw was a dead girl.
***
I don't know how long I lay in the muddy road, blood leaking profusely from my wound. All I know is when the Cameline army arrived, I was nearly dead with shock and my wound was infected. The finest chirurgeons stitched me up, but they told me I'd always need a cane to walk. All through it I wept, wept for my broken body, wept for my dear dead husband, wept for a marriage barely begun, of a life ruined before it even started.
When I was well enough to be moved, my father traveled to Camlach to bring his baby home. He told me that Skaldi ruffians were responsible for this, but I didn't speak. I haven't spoken, only cried. My dear beloved husband, torn form my arms. The sweetness of love has turned to the bitterness of grief, and I fear I will never know goodness nor joy again.