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Group F  She stood on the edge of the beach near the autumn trees. The red leaves fell from the trees in front of her and the wind blew her onyx hair across her face. She started walking down the meadow to the courtyard where her father, Sir Maxly greeted her with a beautiful daisy. She said nothing as she smiled slightly and walked passed him. He bowed his as she passed and moped unnoticeable in disappointment. Sir Maxly was a good man and a gentlemen but he could not figure out where his daughter, Mona’s heart truly lied. She walked to her room where she would sit and stare out the window and watch the ocean waves beat up against the big, mossy rocks. She soon moved from her lazed position and found herself in her bed asleep in only a few moments. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Christopher looked deep in thought as he heard his client’s request “Could you repeat that again?” Asked the merchant. Sir Maxly sighed and smiled. “Nine rugs this thick.” He said as he made the measurements with his fingers. “Are you that perplexed by it? If so, I can find someone else to find me some.” He slapped Christopher on the shoulder. “Although I know my search would be in vain, old friend.” Old friend indeed. He and Maxly had been doing bussiness with each other for four years now. Christopher swept his hand through his chestnut hair. “I am not perplexed, Maxly. I’m just poundering on where to find such rugs.” He moaned. “Especially with this useless war going on. It would be hard to travel anywhere when raiders are roaming the roads.” “I’d expect you to know the significance of territorial expansion, Chris.” Said Maxly. “I also expect to have those rugs by my daughter’s birthday.” He sighed and gazed at the ceiling of the small shop. “Eighteen already.” He looked back to Christopher. “I’ll see you later Chris.” “Have a good night.” He replied. The mention of Maxly’s daughter sent Christopher’s mind afloat. He would give up his shop and the most gorgeous woman in the world for Mona. He would also give up an arm just for her to talk to him. Never in his four years of seeing her has she ever talked to him once. He walked out of his small shop and stretched his twenty four year old bones. He took in the exquisite evening sky and roamed through the streets of the small town freely, taking his mind off of the woman he will never obtain. Mona stumbled down to the dining room for breakfast the next morning. She wished that she could just have a peaceful breakfast without having her father chatting it up in the den with what she heard was Christopher. The first time they talked he stammered, and made a bad inkling. She knew that Christopher had already asked her father to be his daughter’s husband, but Sir Maxly wasn’t sure what Mona would think of him. Mona started to pace to the front door and grabbed her bonnet. Her wash lady was holding her nightgown across her frail old arm, “Miss where would you like me to distribute your night gown?”, “Um, Patricea, just do what you want with it, sorry for being so snide but I need to go” Mona rushed out of the palace. Autumn she thought to herself was so peaceful. No one could have a bad day except herself. Some days she wished her mother, Rosette, was there. Her death was so sudden it saddened the entire Kingdom for a whole year. Rosette was easy to like and more easy to be a friend if only she could tell her, her own troubles.
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·  * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *  Christopher finished his walk and shortly after he fell a sleep. When he awoke the next morning he continued with his business. After enjoying a hearty breakfast of homemade cinnamon bread and fresh fruit from the market, Christopher began the journey to his next client’s house. He had not really had a long standing friendship with Joseph; however upon Sir Max’s request, Christopher had agreed to visit the man’s home. When he finally found the house he was looking for, Christopher entered it. To his bewilderment, he found himself staring eye to eye with the love of his life, Mona. It turns out that the person he was doing business with that day just happened to be the father of Mona’s best friend Liza. ”h.. h.. hi” Christopher managed to say. “uh, hello” Mona replied with her soft voice. As he was walking home, he was thinking of the fool he made of himself. He wished he could talk to her in a sensible way, or he may never be joined with his true love. When he arrived back at his house he heard a knock at the door. It was Sir Maxly. “Hello Sir” Christopher said as Maxly entered his home. “Excuse me Sir but what are you doing at my house?” He questioned. “Well you see Chris I’m throwing a birthday ball for Mona tomorrow and I thought I’d come here personally to invite you.” Sir Maxly answered. “Are you sure that’s the best idea Sir?” Christopher asked. “Yes, yes I’m positive. So you will arrive at the palace at 4 o’clock sharp, and no excuses.” Sir Maxly said just before leaving Christopher alone to wonder why Maxly would invite him to one of the most extravagant balls of the year. When the time to get ready arrived Christopher was clueless on what to wear. He had never been to such a celebration throughout all of his life. In the end he decided to wear a suit that he had wore to her mother’s funeral. He arrived at the ball to find that it was going to be held outside, but he did not care, he was standing in front of the biggest event of the year which was being held for the woman that he hoped one day would be his. As he walked through the yard filled with people he noticed her, Mona, standing right in front of him. He questioned whether he should talk to her after making such a complete fool of him self. He decided to wait until she spoke to him. After awhile Mona noticed Christopher sitting at a table all alone. She wondered why he would show his face after embarrassing himself in front of her. A few more hours had passed and Mona noticed that he was still sitting there alone. She decided to go and talk to him. “Christopher,” she asked “are you alright?” “Yes I’m fine” He replied. “Are you certain?” She asked him in a concerned tone. “Yes” he said once again. “Well in that case would you like to come join me?” She continued. “If it’s not to much trouble, then sure.” He said with excitement. He followed her over to the table, where her and all of her friends had been sitting. In Mona’s mind she had no idea what she was thinking to ask him to dine with her. She knew in his mind he had different thoughts of her that she new she didn’t have of him. “What is happening between you and my father? He hasn’t talked to me lately like he used to and I think you have something to do with it?” Mona questioned irritably. Christopher decided he should look nervous but he knew that he had no chance of changing her mind about him. He knew Mona never would love him, and now that he had Sir Maxly’s word that they could get married, he felt even worse about ruining her life. But as soon as he stopped staring at the other side of the court yard, he realized Mona had left and probably in haste. “Why do they patronize me with all these secret meetings” Mona thought to herself, as she strode across the ever so far wheat fields. She thought about leaving her village. 10 minutes had passed and she noticed the man from her dreams. He wasn’t that ever so handsome fictional character from her late evening naps, he was real in the flesh. He had the most muscular looking body she had ever seen. His dark brown locks framed his face so elegantly. His marble green eyes met her and she nearly swooned. This was Lionel. Christopher moped around the village disappointed with his foolish actions when he was with Mona. The sun was setting and he knew that he had to go home to tend to his farm, but he didn’t want to. His acts were pitiful and he had one quick thought of suicide. But it passed as quickly as it came. He took a look at the woods and it was getting dark. He knew he was at risk but at the time he didn’t care. He walked into the woods and sat underneath the apple tree in the clearing. He heard noises in the tree and looked up and al he seen was an apple falling and then a thud. It had fell and hit Christopher right between the eyes. He rubbed at his face for a few minutes and new that he probably had a black eye. But he still didn’t care. Even if Mona did see him again she wouldn’t be surprised if I looked like a complete blunder head. Christopher couldn’t bare to sit and think of his own angry thought so he left from his groove at the trunk of the tree and walked out of the clearing back in the woods. He had been walking for roughly about an hour in his mind. He wasn’t sure if he should go home or just keep walking until he left town and began a new life somewhere else. As his thoughts about a new life were swimming around in his head, they were broken by a loud crack of a tree branch and a giggle from in front of him. He kept walking; his eyes set on the woods straight on in his eyes and saw something move. He took a step foreword, his heart started to race faster than a speeding horse. It was completely dark out and two figures, two people, one shorter and one very tall. The shorter one took in a deep breath and then Christopher noticed something familiar about it. The two people started to run and Christopher started to run after them. They ran back through the clearing where the apple tree was and Christopher seen who it was, shocked at the sight. It was Mona and another man. Christopher couldn’t identify who the man was but he heard him start to speak, “Mona keep running, I’ll see you again at dawn!” Mona kept running and the man had stopped thinking that Christopher had given up, but he didn’t. Christopher stepped out from the shadows with a large stick. Christopher didn’t know what to think or if he was thinking at all. He came up behind the man and smacked him on the back of the head. Christopher leaned down to feel the man’s wrist and knew that he had killed him. Mona stared out of her bedroom window, feeling profoundly depressed. Her beloved was nowhere in sight, and dawn had broken just a few moments ago. ‘He must be caught up in something’ she told herself over and over; although she knew she was misleading herself, he was never late for anything. After almost an hour of thinking, she finally decided she had to do something. She left her room and scurried downstairs. Sir Maxly asked where she was going as she neared the door, but she had no time to answer him. She rushed to the nearby legion fort and asked if they could perform a village search for Lionel. Knowing she was Maxly’s daughter, they immediately set out to do as she had asked. She waited for days for their report on the search. To her dismay, they found no sign of her lost love. They promised her that they would continue their search. A week went by and the soldiers once again came to her house to tell her their report. They told her they had found him, and that he was at their legion fort. Before they could say anything else, she ran to their fort. She opened the doors of the building and immediately yelled Lionel’s name. She searched the room, constantly yelling his name. She soon saw him lying on a bed in the living quarters. She ran over to him and immediately kissed him. She moved away from him and smiled, but her smile soon turned into a frown of distaste as she noticed the color of his lips. They were blue. She soon broke down into tears as she noticed his pale skin and the dried blood on his head. She fell to her knees and put her head in her hands. **********************************************************************  Christopher slowly walked through the populated streets. He continually looked in all directions, as if he thought someone was watching him. He had felt a strong sense of paranoia ever since he had truly noticed what he had done the night before. The moment it had happened he had felt strangely happy, now, he felt like a hole had formed in his very being. Every look that someone gave him was like an arrow striking at his mind. As his paranoia slowly poisoned his mind, he realized his actions were irrational and reckless. He also realized that taking a life to aid his need for love is sardonic in every sense of the word. Love is life; life is not to be taken away, so neither should love. He kicked a nearby rock in frustration and heaved a long exasperated sigh. He knew the source of his paranoia, his guilt. He didn’t exactly know why; he just felt guilt. He continue to walk in his guilt for what seemed like forever, before he just could not walk anymore and he decided to return to his house. Mona was drenched in sorrow when she returned to her home the day of the discovery of her love’s death. She did not speak to anyone; she just ran to her room and wept. She wept for days before she finally came to terms with herself. She decided that instead of feeling sorry for herself, she would try to investigate the identity Lionel’s killer. She searched inside herself for the answer. Anyone that would have hated Lionel, or maybe someone that could have hated her, and tried to torture her by killing her true love. It could have been a love interest that she or Lionel could have turned away. It was then that she realized a possible culprit; Christopher, the man that was obsessed with her. She immediately rushed to the legion fort and told them the possible murderer. After telling them, they all agreed upon her findings and set out for the merchant’s house. They found him without any trouble whatsoever. Mona did not acquire the details, but she was told Christopher had been put in a cell while the village council tried to decide what to do with him. Mona was not happy, nor was she mad. She had lost her love, and sending Christopher to death would not bring Lionel back. The day after Christopher’s arrest, Mona received news that instead of killing him uselessly, they could send him to fight in the war that was being fought in the kingdom next to theirs. Mona nodded to her messenger; that was a fair punishment for her love’s murderer. **************************************************************************  Three days later...   “Alright soldiers!” Said the tribune after ordering his recruits to line up. “There is a battle precisely east of our position. Our soldiers are taking heavy casualties over there and we need to help out the remainder of our force.” He looked at Christopher, one of the only people being force to fight this war. He sneered and turned back to the rest of the troops. “This battle was thought to be a small brawl, but the enemy had hidden troops that snuck up on our main force. This is believed to be our enemy’s last stand.” He stuck out his chest and let out a big roar. “Go join your fellow soldiers, and fight for your land! Fight for your freedom! Fight for your lives! Or you will die for your freedom!” After giving his speech to the recruits, he ordered the rest of the force to charge. The small roadway they had camped by was now bursting with yells and battle cries. Christopher charged blindly into the raging storm of soldiers, and after a few minutes of running, he could hear swords clashing and the screams of dyeing men all around him. Immediately when the battle was drawn, Christopher knew he had been sent on a suicide mission. An untrained prisoner in the midst of elite soldiers whose lives center around killing people. His entire world seemed to slow down as the line of attack he was positioned in began to break. He began to panic and tried to retreat to the next line, but as he turned, his face was met by steel… Mona heard the news of Christopher’s death. She was also told it was an amazing battle, which they had magnificently won. Only one hundred men remained at the end of the battle, it started with one thousand. Mona was sad for the loss of so many men, and strangely, she felt guilty about Christopher’s death. She felt that it was her fault, for if she had not turned in Christopher, he would have lived his normal life. She thanked the messenger who had sent her the news and shortly after she had received the message, she went up to her bedroom and stared out of her window. She couldn’t smile, and she couldn’t frown. She just looked out the window, watching the rose petals fall off the beautiful tree right in front of her window.