The story continues. After the unexpected zombie attack led by Mr. Wickham during the double wedding of the oldest Bennet sisters, there had been many losses even though Wickham had been defeated along with the horde of zombies. Despite the deaths o...
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Here is the first chapter (do read the prologue first, because this chapter simply continues where the prologue ended), i know it's not much longer than the prologue, but i prefer to write shorter chapters to increase the dept of certain situations, it does not mean that i do not have the rest of the story stored somewhere just in case (thank god word exists). The D in this chapter stands for Darcy's point of view and the O for Ophelia's point of view, when the story expands i might change that a little bit (since there is another character who's name starts with a D. Enjoy, and do vote or leave comments, i'd like to know your thoughts :)
Darcy waited patiently at the carriage, wondering about this young woman and what might have caused her to be here in the first place. Her fighting abilities however, had surprised him, but not enough to see her obvious flaws in matter of stance and attack as she let her impulsive nature rule her. Even if he did not know Miss Everard, he had heard of her family and viewed her father with great respect, as much so as her mother, her parents often reminded him of him and his dear wife, Elizabeth.
When Miss Everard reappeared however, he stopped being consumed by his thoughts and opened the carriage for her, out of politeness that had to be required by social laws.
-O
Ophelia simply kept her belongings with her as she entered the carriage, her unhappiness of the situation clear on her face. During the 5-hour journey back to Brixworth manor, she did not once engage in a conversation with Mr. Darcy. She did not know how to converse with this man, for he was known to not appreciate meaningless conversations and she simply did not wish to bombard the man with questions or pour her heart out to him, what had happened to her, was none of his business.
When Brixworth finally came in sight, Ophelia, who had dosed off, became more awake, not wanting to show her parents the still evident burden she was carrying. As soon as the carriage stopped, Ophelia got out, took her belongings with her, greeted her parents happily and politely before walking inside, not interested in even acknowledging Mr. Darcy as he held a conversation with her father, a conversation which probably involved the still present Unmentionables.
The battle of the Royal Canal as the battle was called had happened 2 years ago, and the horde of zombies back then had been defeated, during a wedding no less, but not without it's casualties, her brother for instance, who had fought in battle along her had perished. Accompanied with her emotional wound, she had also received a physical one, a large vertical lash along her spine, applied by none other than Mr. Wickham, the anti-Christ himself.
Her parents had saved her after Mr. Wickham saw the dire situation he was in and fled before he could be stopped, and she, had been wallowing in self-pity for quite some time, while hating herself for being weak. Already wishing to be elsewhere, back at her temple perhaps, she decided to shut her eyes before the sky turned dark, hoping to lose herself in the much needed sleep.
-D
After having accompanied Miss Everard back to Brixworth Manor, Darcy left the Everard's without a word, not wanting to impose on their evident situation regarding their daughter. They may not have seen it, but he had. As Darcy entered Pemberley he was tackled by his Elizabeth and fell smack against the ground with her on top of him. A small smile graced his lips at the loving gesture as she kissed his cheek. But the worrying look on his face did not leave him. Elizabeth noticed and helped him stand. 'William, what is the matter?' Elizabeth simply asked, straightforward, a quality he liked with her. Contemplating whether he should tell her or not, he finally spoke: 'What do you know of Miss Ophelia Everard, the daughter of Henri Everard?' Darcy questioned, receiving a raised eyebrow from Elizabeth and a curious look. 'Ophelia Everard, you say?' Elizabeth's face changed slightly, the look of being deep in thought she often had evident on her face. Darcy studied her, waiting for an answer. 'Oh, now I remember..she was sent by her parents who are great warriors themselves, to China, the same temple I have been actually, at the age of 6 until she became 18, that year she returned, that year was also the year of the battle of The Royal Canal, a battle she fought in, alongside her parents and her brother; Frederick. Frederick was 4 years older than her and died, protecting his sister from 10 advancing zombies. She however, had a near death experience, it is rumored that Wickham advanced the young warrior, and after that no one saw or heard from her ever again, until recently I presume.' Elizabeth told him, quite seriously he might add.
Darcy knew Elizabeth did not like gossip, but that did not mean that she did not listen, it could be proven useful one way or another in the future, and that, he agreed on. As Elizabeth searched his eyes for an explanation he set down in the living room with a sigh. 'It is just..it is evident that she has the skills one can expect from training, her state of mind however, can bring herself and others in danger, most likely I might add. Since we both do not actively seek out zombies, I was thinking..maybe I could start passing on my knowledge to someone else, help them evolve and develop.' Darcy stated, tired from the journey, but as calculating as ever.
'Sounds like a splendid idea, but, if you do not want to appear too forward, it might be smarter to invite the whole family over for dinner.' Elizabeth suggested, and smiled at him, as she obviously understood him, what he was thinking of, better than anyone else. 'Of course, do send out the invitation Elizabeth.' He asked her, quite civil. As soon as the invention was sent out for to-morrow evening, Darcy retreated to their Dojo, ready to do some training himself; soon his wife joined him.
