Another Clichéd Love Story

Another Clichéd Love Story (One)

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One

            “Miss Camille?”

            I turned from the sunny stone pathway and my daydreams to a familiar face.

           "Sir Francis," I greeted him with a smile, then noticed his battle gear with a frown. "Where are you off to?"

     His face turned grim. "Shadow invasion," He muttered, "Not many, though. Just a few on the outskirts of the Kingdom. Still they're finding new ways to evade our traps."

    "Oh," My voice quavered more than I wanted it to. The Shadows were seemingly innocent but dangerous ghostlike creatures, a severe threat to the Kingdom. They knew the truth of everything-and used it as a weapon. They could draw you in, hypnotize you, keep you in that same position for eternity, feeding off your blank mind...I shivered. If the Shadows were finding new ways to evade us, then who knew what other tricks they were up to?

    Sir Francis must've noticed my concerned look, because he quickly reassured me, deepening his voice. "Don't worry, my Lady," He puffed out his chest, "I'm an excellent fighter. I can defeat these monsters in the blink of an eye.

    I laughed cheerily, brushing back my dark blonde hair. "Watch your ego, Sir Francis."

    He grunted. "Whatever. And you, where are you headed?"

    "The stables," I replied happily. Just the thought of them made me excited. "With Anise. We're practicing our racing today."

    "Again?" Sir Francis chuckled. "You were just there yesterday."

    I sighed. "Well, the palace races are coming up, you know. I need my practice."

    "With your horse, I don't think you have anything to worry about," He said seriously, "But if you must, Lady. Goodday!"

    "Goodday," I called, heading along the brick path again. I loved the village; after the mountains it was my second favorite place in all the Kingdom, even before the giant castle that I called home. Little children scurried past me, laughing wildly at a game of tag. A carriage with two white horses trotted on by, I guessed carrying two Elders, as they hid their faces and waved to no one. Little shops of food and junk stood at the fringes, and people-countless people that yet, everyone knew the name of-crowded the path. The noise was defeaning-shouts, screeches, violins, and laughter-but I savored it, because without it, this place would seem empty.

     The noise quieted as I passed the quarter-mile main path, to just the sound of a melancholy violin wavering in the air. I drifted toward it, its beautifully somber sound drawing me in.

      I came upon a sole violinist, donned in dark clothing, sitting atop the graveyard's rusty gate. I sighed, not saying a word but approaching the gates, leaning over the edge to see the granite stones I was looking for. They weren't hard to find.

Jeffery Browne, Gizelle Browne and Elizabeth Browne

1052-1097    1054-1097    1086-1097

May they rest in peace in our hearts forever.

    I took in a quavering breath and walked away swiftly, dejected memories wanting to flood my head. I shoved them back, frustrated. It had been eight years since my family had passed and yet, I couldn't go a day without mourning them.

    The familiar stables came into view at the dead end of the pathway, cheering me up a little. Anise stood at the entrance, waving happily. I hadn't ridden with her in ages, it seemed; she had been grounded for a week.