Post by Thena on Apr 23, 2005 1:14:53 GMT -5
Here you go
Strange things have been happening. It made it hard for the farmers to work in the early hours of the morning before Dawn and the late hours after dusk. People that had been out on these hours ended up dead. The villagers in Jadea's village were scared. Jadea was scared as well. Not knowing what was going to happen to her family and her friends that she loved so. She had cried a mile of tears at the loss of someone she cared about. Jadea was a tall girl. With long brown flowing hair. Eyes the shade of emerald green with the hint of Jadea. And skin soft as a feather. She did not think that she was beautiful. Thought she was ugly and plane. Her father told her that beauty is better then nothing. She was not a peasant by far but she was not rich. She admired the Countess Berquin that lived in the great house on the hill. Her father was a great man in the village. And knew of things that happened long ago. He was the one that was asked about deaths and births from long ago. He owned property threw out the country. He was known as the landlord. But not like other landlords he was one of a kind heart. And helped in any way that he could. Jadea had often asked to here the story of the countess Berquin; He told her that she was a lovely lady. The tall and slender hair as black as night that flowed to the floor. And lips as red as roses. Eyes of emerald green. She lived in the great house alone, no children or family to speak of. She has servants that were her only company. Jadea loved to here the story of the countess. She often wondered if she would ever get to meet her. When she asked her father he would always say better to light a candle then curse the darkness. He would smile and go about his bisness. The countess and her had a lot on common. The only family jadea had had been her father. Her mother died when she was giving birth to her twin sisters. That had also died of complications. Her father was a tall man heavy build/ he carried brad shoulders. His hair was the color of sand and his eyes were the color of the shy on a cloudy day. Their house was up over the great hill in a valley. It was a grand h house a 2-story cottage the fence was made of various stone. The cottage was surrounded with lush grass and hedges and flowers. Tended to by Jadea. On how she loved the garden. It was a place where she could set and think. She would find her self-setting under the big oak tree for hours. That old tree became her close and only friend. Daydreaming of all the romance and the subsidence tat the house of Berquin had to hold. She often wondered if the countess had a lover of if she had ever known love. She wondered that the stories the great walls of the house held. And what lovely things that grew in her gardens.
One day she asked her father if he had known what the garden looked like he said there are lush green grasses that grow up threw the stepping-stones. The hedges form a mystic place that one wrong turn and you will be lost. The roses were in full bloom and they were of various colors and shades. Flowers he had never seen before in his many travels lined the walks as well as the beds. Flowers from the great sea she thought. One day I will take you three' with those words the daydreams were more so.
