MEETING VERONA {found online}

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Chapter 1: Meeting Verona

In the darkness came the sound of a single pair of wings beating rapidly. Soon after it began the air fell to a cold, icy breeze. Many of the villagers went inside since most of them didn't have enough money to buy decent clothes for the winter. As the last of the villagers went inside a beautiful woman came out to get water for her family to boil. Her hair was black and reached down to her lower back she was only about the age of twenty-nine or so and lived happily despite the cold weather and the peculiar sound of wings every night. As she reached the well there was the sound of footsteps behind her. Paying no heed to them she drew her bucket out careful not to spill any of the water. When she turned around there was a man standing very close to her, watching very closely to her movements. He was very handsome and seemed to be only a few years older than her. The sound of his breathing caught her attention as she stared into his eyes- so bold- yet they seemed to be thousands of years older than his face told. As she tried to walk around him without spilling her bucket of water he advanced even closer to her, this time so the only thing separating the two from touching was her bucket. She was beginning to fear him now, she had never seem him in the village before and no stranger had ever visited her town before in ages. The man drew in a deep breath and stepped back into the light from the moon revealing his complete features.

He was young like she had thought, and not much older than she. She also noticed how his eyes seemed to be exactly the same as they had in the dark close to her, his eyes wandered up her frame as she took in all the details she could get. She noticed his clothes were all black but of an older style, he seemed to be an ancient prince who lost none of his valor. Infatuated with this man she advanced this time toward him taking no heed to her bucket of water this time, it splashed against her clothes making them stick to her body in various places. At the sight of this the man seemed to jump as if excited by a force within. As she walked to him, he walked backward so that he was covered in darkness again. When the woman walked towards the spot he had been at he was nowhere to be seen. She was frightened because she knew he was real, she could hear his breath-almost feel it on her face. His eyes were to piercing to be fake, in her heart she knew this man would change her life forever.

Standing as if in a trance the woman stood silently staring up at the stars. The moon was hidden now by a dark cloud and would soon reemerge and by then she hoped the man would reappear. Soon a hand was on her shoulder and she snapped around to see who it was throwing her bucket of water onto her brother.

"Verona!" the boy shrieked, he was younger than her but had grown tall before most his age. He looked down at his soaked clothes and clung to his wet body tightly, "look at this Verona, now why would you go and do that for?" He was perplexed as to why she took so long getting the water for the family. Verona giggled as she looked at her brother clearly now that the moon was shining bright once more.

"I am sorry brother, I did not mean to. I thought I saw something in the sky and was looking intently, then you startled me so." She replied through giggles, even though she was the oldestoffspring in the familyshe still knew how to have fun like a child. "Come, let us get some more water now and go back inside, I fear mother will be terrified that you will become sick." She walked back toward the well and her brother followed, and as she got the bucket out she half expected the man to be back for her, half hoping he would be there she turned around to face her brother staring at the sky like she had done.

"That's strange," he noted, looking at the moon, "I don't hear that batting in the wind tonight, though I heard it while you were out here 'staring at the skies' as you say." Glaring at her, he took the bucket himself into the house. Verona looked to the moon again and thought she saw a bat flying off into the distance reflected only by the moonlight.

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IT WAS KINDA LEFT UNDONE

[the_mean_admin]

It was as open as the screen door on a hot summer's day!

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IT WAS AS UNFINISHED AS JAREDS PROJECTS

[the_mean_admin]

True. LOLOLOLOLOL

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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH HE ALWAYS GETS A 60 ON PROJECTS

[the_mean_admin]

LOLOL. DUMB AS A POST>

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HE'S POSTY

[the_mean_admin]

More like TOASTY

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WHAT, LIKE BURNT TOAST

[the_mean_admin]

YEP.

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WITH BUTTER !!!!!!!!!

[the_mean_admin]

and jam

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PLEASE NOT MARGARINE , IT IS LIKE AN UGLY COUNTERPART OF BUTTER !!!!!

[the_mean_admin]

It's much uglier

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IT SMELLS BAD TOO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Like rotting FLESH

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AND CORPSES

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