*Chapter 6*

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•Harry's perspective•

"What do I do?" I asked. what should I do? I can't just kick her out now.
"Well firstly don't get her killed because she might not be religious anymore, so if she dies no comin back" I nod "anything else?!" I worry.

Suddenly my mind starts to spin, my body collapses and I crash onto the ground, my eyes struggle to stay open.

•flashback•

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Elizabeth. 1665

I watched as she smiled at her friend Lucy as they spoke. she fanned her face gently. She glanced at me and smiled shyly then she batted her long dark eyelashes gently at me. her friend looked at me quickly then said something to her. I walked over to her and she put up her hand, I held it gently and placed a soft kiss on her hand.

"I'm Harold Styles, but you may call me Harry m'adam" I smiled.
"I'm Elizabeth Swan" she bit her lip slightly.
"Shall we walk?" I held out my arm to her.
"We shall" she took my arm and followed me.

"I've never seen you before Mrs Swan, are you from here?"
"No, I have only recently come here, my father is a doctor and was sent for to help with horrid decease called the plague" she whispered.
"My father has said it's the 'Black Death' sent by god to kill us all, we have done something to anger him Harry" we stopped by a stream.
"We shall love through this Mrs Swan, this shall pass" I held her hands.
"I fear I'll die from this horrid thing"

~12 days later~

I stood with her at her mothers funeral. Her father kept looking at me as if disapproving.

Elizabeth held my hand tightly, her eyes puffy and red. Quiet sobs and coughs drifting around the church.

2 days later I was standing at Elizabeth's funeral. The plague had killed her, such as her father and younger brother.

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Roselyn. 1789

I quickly ran to Roselyn's room.
"Roselyn! get up!" I screamed. She got up, worry marked her face.

"We need to get out! they're burning the houses!" I ran outside with her. Some Knights rode on horses with torches lighting the small village houses.
Others with swords killing woman and children and helpless men.

I quickly dragged Roselyn with me to the barn to get the horses.

I helped her up onto her horse. Then mounted my own.

"Quickly, we need to get to the castle!" I yelled.

She rode in front.

Suddenly a knight rode past and swung his sword, it missed her but got the horse. It fell, she fell with it. another knight plunged his sword into her stomach.

"Roselyn!" I screamed.
"Go!" she tried to yell.
Her chest fell and didn't rise.

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Chloe. 1801

We sat on a bank, rushing water below the bank. Her dress spread out everywhere.

"It's lovely isn't it Harold" she smiled.
"It is, the rushing white water, the clean breeze" I smiled, placing my hand on hers. Our horses grazing behind us.

"Look Harold a fish" she smile, she got up and stood by the bank.
"Be careful dare" I got up and walked over to her.
"Another" she leant forward.
"Chloe, please step back incase you may fall-" gun shots went off, giving us both a fright. I turned to look at her. The horses panicked, running straight at me. I fell to the ground. I looked up to see Chloe, on of the horses ran at her and then turned realising the bank, she stepped back.
"Chloe!" I yelled.

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