Date: Tue, 22 Jun 2010 00:07:17 -0700
From: Jordan Faulkner <jfaulkner1992@hotmail.com>
Subject: Romeo and Julian Ch.6

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Summary: Romeo and Julian were last left off at the Masquerade at the
Governors estate. Julian, with the help of Anya, has been able to attend to
the party incognito, as is every other guest. Victor and Scarlett were
dancing the night away as a budding young couple, but Romeo seemed to be a
third wheel. Unfortunately, Julian had no one to converse with either,
until Hugo stumbled upon him drunk! Hoping to get away Julian fled until he
collided with the stranger we know as Romeo, however both of their
identities are unknown to each other. The night is met with fun and budding
romance I cannot summarize! Unfortunately, Anya had warned Julian to be
home as the clock struck twelve. Our young lovers were just about to reveal
their identities to one another until the clock rang out in
desperation. Julian flees in bitter obligation leaving Romeo crushed, but
worst of all, Julian in despair.

The Planned Future

	"Goodbye!" I shouted.

	So many thoughts ran through my head as the clock struck
twelve. The beautiful man stood before me with a look of everlasting
hope. I didn't want to run; I didn't want to leave what was possibly the
best thing I have ever experienced in so long. I looked towards my stranger
whose eyes glistened with a wet cover, for tears had begun to emerge. My
blood flow ran cold knowing I was hurting him and turning our everlasting
dream into a horrifying nightmare known as reality. But, I had no choice
for the chains that bound me were tugging my brain. I had no choice. I had
to run.

	I tugged to be set free but was met with a pain. The stranger's
grip upon my wrist was attached with a loving force, hard enough to make me
stay, sweet enough to know he meant no harm. The answer lay behind his
eyes. Those dark mysterious eyes that lay behind his black mask accentuated
with a crimson outline. I wiggled out of his grasp and pleaded as much as I
could. A surge of adrenaline surfaced with another clang of midnight's
presence. It rang through my ears shaking my brain against my skull. The
physical pain of reality was more than I could bare, but leaving the
wonders in front of me made the pain no better. I was at war within myself
and I was going through utter pain. I ran while the pain surged through my
body and pumped out of my breaking heart.

	"I'm sorry," I cried out. Wet tears fell down my face leaving icy
streaks that blistered in the wind.

	I ran as fast as I could through the hedge maze. I thought back
tracking would have been an easy task but when you experience a night like
mine, the magic clouds your memory. I'm surprised I even remembered where I
was to be honest. I still felt like I was in a lucid dreamscape. The smell
of summer air filled my nostrils as I ran. The vast amounts of hedge and
stone all became similar and I thought I was lost. Out of nowhere Bruno,
the bluebird who kept me company earlier, came flying by my side and darted
in front of me, leading a way, for he knew the trouble I was in. I trusted
his flight patterns and he gave me the strength to fly. Unfortunately, he
made me fly back to the nest I so badly wanted to desert. Through more
twists and turns I finally heard the clattering of the party goers. The
cries of laughter were filling the air. I began to grow anxious at the
thought of Claudia reaching home before I did. I had hoped Anya would try
and stall her but it isn't like she knew where I was, or what I was
doing. I finally made my way out of the hedge maze and back to the central
patio. The crowds of people were more rowdy than before, probably because
of the alcohol. High tide was among me. I struggled through the waves of
people, each of them busier than the next. I was hit by several liquid
bodies not caring if they're in anybody's way. Finally, I struggled up the
steps and onto the balcony looking over the veranda. I turned around to see
my stranger just emerging out of the hedge maze. He emerged dazed but with
determination in his eyes. I knew I needed to run faster.

	As I reached inside the Governor's manor the people weren't that
hard to maneuver around. It just took a bit of grace and skill for I didn't
want to attract attention. I had enough distractions going on inside my
head and I didn't need anything physical either. The clangs of all the
clocks striking midnight fueled my speed to get out of the manor. Time was
slowly closing in on me. I began to pick up my pace as I bumped into a
woman through a careless maneuver, sending her into the arms of another man
in front of her. Her shrill and muffled voice echoed out, "Did someone just
bump me?" made me cringe. For it was none other than my stepmother
herself. My body froze with the screeching echo of her voice banging inside
my head. Fortunately, my savior Anya pushed me forward in time for my
Stepmother to turn around and think it was she who bumped her instead of
me. Anya's delicate fingers gave me just the right spring to send me
forward. I looked back with a "Thank You" in my eyes, but I could see
Claudia scolding her while the man she fell into was simply laughing yet he
looked somewhat familiar. I felt at ease to know she hadn't left yet and I
felt confident that without any more obstacles I would be safely home.

	After a more graceful attempt through the hall, I finally reached
the front door and the cool summer air burst upon my face as a wave bursts
upon the shore. I felt at ease as I made my way towards the gate, until I
was met with a loving tug and a heart filled plea. With exasperation he
tugged me forward and I wanted nothing more than to cradle in his arms and
apologize for ever letting the chains Claudia possessed over me tug me
further and further away from the things I wanted. This notion lasted until
the obnoxious clang of midnight's presence. It's echo rang through the star
lit sky.

	"Please!" he begged, "You have given me everything I have ever
dreamed

of; don't run away from it now."

	I shed a lone tear at this plea. I felt my heart ache as I knew the
answer I had to give him. My body trembled as he grasped onto my wrist with
one final plea to make me stay. I let out a soft cry and finally spoke some
of the hardest words I ever had to say. My mouth grew dry as the sandpaper
words slid off my tongue. They scraped against my mouth hurting every pulse
in my body.

	"Please," I begged, "You don't understand. I must go. I beg of
you. Please, release me."

	"But you are the most beautiful man I have ever met!"

	The final ring of Midnight rang through the world we so desperately
lived in. It shook my hands in his and I finally cried out, "Please!"

	He gazed at me with an understanding and slowly released his grasp
on my wrist. I slithered away in agony and was unable to retrieve my
father's bracelet as it slid off my wrist upon my untimely departure from
the man I could possibly learn to love. Every step I took formed a new ache
inside my body. The moon's light among the dirt road I had taken was unable
to heal the broken heart I was founding. I was given a taste of freedom
tonight, and I had been so stupid enough to throw it away for obligations
that bind me. What I couldn't understand was why, after all the
independence I had begun to gain, I still came back. For I was a caged
bird, who sang a song, and tonight I was freed, but upon freedom I was met
with a dream, but reality called away, and into my cage I was thrusted,
singing the same tragic song that gave me hope. Upon me replaying the dream
I had experienced over, and over, inside my head, I had trudged a good deal
of the way home, to the cage that bound me. I finally emerged to the villa
with a sad disposition. I felt like my wings had just been clipped. I began
to cry as I took the final steps up the front pathway and into the cage I
was so accustomed to. For after all, tonight was just a dream, and reality
will make itself ever present. I reached my hand to the knob of the door
and was met with an icy sting of reality. The sting echoed through my soul
and rang in the very core of my heart. Every emotion I had restrained this
evening was let out with a soul wrenching cry. I broke down for the freedom
I had so willingly walked away from because the problem with most dreamers
is that they never do anything about the dreams they want. I fell down to
my knees, met by the cold concrete that once again shook my very core to
the brim. I went to reach at my wrist for my father's bracelet and was met
with a sudden realization- it was gone. I completely forgot how it slipped
off when I narrowly escaped my strangers grasp. Reality was hitting me
hard. As I lay my head into the nook that links my forearm to my upper arm,
right where the elbow is, I shed dream-filled tears. Reality was angry with
me and it was making itself known. Hope was such a dangerous thing. It was
no wonder why reality and hope clashed so much with each other. After a few
more tears were shed I picked myself back up and wiped away the icy paths
left from the broken dreams that escaped my eyes. I had no one to blame but
myself, I chose to come back, which is why I'm choosing to leave- some
day. After all, the problem with most dreamers is that they dream of
something instead of really doing it.

	I walked into the dungeon that was my home, well the place where I
served my life's nonexistent debts I suppose. I lit the room up with what
little confidence I had left. I could still feel my heart beat, even if I
was rattled to the core, one should never give up hope for hope was the
fuel of life. That's why reality never really wins against hope, simply
because hope is always in our hearts no matter how dim they may be. It was
a rare to see reality triumph over hope, but it happened, it just wasn't
going to happen to me. I quickly scurried to my room in the tower so I
could change back into the rags that labeled me a servant to this
estate. Beneath these rags was hidden a fire known as dignity, something I
wasn't aware of till tonight for my stranger had awoken this spark inside
me. I had forgotten I was worth something until he showed me otherwise. I
fashioned the low flame of love behind my eyes and smiled a smile of
hope. My reflection in the mirror was one I didn't recognized when I
glanced at it. Even though my clothes were dirty and torn, the man I saw
had purpose hidden behind his eyes, and emotion behind that smile whereas
Claudia fashioned nothing but something fabricated. Yes, she felt emotion,
but it was never pure. It was always pursued by something else, naturally
greed.

	I quickly descended the stairs and continued back into the kitchen
putting on a pot of tea, anticipating orders when Claudia returned. I
hurried over to the fireplace to start it up. I put smudges of ash on my
arms and face to give off the appearance I had been busy working the night
away rather than enjoying the dream that had truly happened. I heard the
brooding laughter of my stepmother through the open window and hurried
towards the front door. In a timely manner I opened the front door and
watched Claudia waltz in with Hugo trailing behind her, and then Anya whose
eyes were red and cheeks puffed. Black trailed beneath her eyes and I
realized she had been crying. This wasn't good. The mood was sullen and the
tension was thick. Claudia sat herself in her normal chair, while Hugo
trailed upstairs with his footsteps booming under each step. He was as
graceful as a horse at high tea. He fell at the top of the landing and I
smirked the smile of karma. Even though this new day started off in a
shattering reality, it wasn't so bad after I picked myself up. Anya began
to walk up stairs, her frail hand among the banister, until Claudia spoke
in the tone she addressed me in.

	"I am not done with you, young lady."

	Anya turned around, and looked at me with a quivering mouth. A tear
shed down her face which she quickly wiped away. I saw the tear fly across
and land near my foot. The pool it formed seemed so much icier than the
broken dreams I cried earlier. I knew something was very wrong at
this. Anya past me swiftly and sat across from her mother. I stood by the
door awaiting orders but silently made my way to the kitchen.

      "My tea Julian," ordered Claudia.

      I took the scalding pot off the fire and poured it into two separate
cups. I knew I would most likely be reprimanded for it being two hot but I
didn't really mind at the moment. I was worried for Anya. After pouring the
tea I made my way back into the living room and served them both. Anya
refused hers gracefully until Claudia spoke, "Nonsense, a proper lady
always accepts a cup of tea, regardless if she's thirsty or not."

      Anya muttered an apology in my direction and Claudia followed her
apology with, "Nonsense! A proper lady does not apologize to the servants!"

      Anya looked at my direction with sorrow in her eyes. I knew it was
nothing personal. I was extremely curious at what had happened with Claudia
and Anya though. Unfortunately, curiosity killed the cat.

      "Now Anastasia," spoke Claudia.

      I dropped the tray on the floor when Claudia called Anya
Anastasia. It rang through the room and I was met with a scold by
Claudia. This was serious. Extremely serious. Claudia only called Anya
Anastasia when she meant business, and business was never Claudia's
strongest profession. I picked up the tray and made my way back into the
kitchen. Like I said, curiosity killed the cat.

      I had to stay in the kitchen until they left the room so I could at
least clean up the tea cups. I tried listening to their conversation but I
only heard various parts. I was given too few pieces of the puzzle to
expect a full and complete project. I'm sure I would be met with some
amount of information. Silence is always the best way to get something out
of someone. In time, people spill something. Anya would soon come to me,
hopefully. I decided to poke my head in and see if I could get the dishes
out of their way. I walked into the very heart of their conversation.

      "You will marry him and soon inherit his entire estate," explained
Claudia.

      I froze in my tracks when I heard Claudia say this. Marry? Who would
she be marrying? And when? I had no idea Claudia had been planning
something so informal. Me and Anya had once spoken of love and the hopes of
being rescued into a landscape of pure bliss. Now I knew Anya's
heartbreak. She would never experience this. Claudia gazed at me with the
sudden interruption I had placed between them. Anya looked up at me as well
with pleading eyes. I made an effort to save her.

      "Forgive my interruption ma'm, but it's getting later and later and I
would like to remind you of the sleep you need," I spoke respectfully.

      Claudia gazed over at the clock and let out a silent sigh until she
spoke, "Oh my Julian, you are quite right! A lady does need her beauty
rest."

      Turning to face Anya she spoke again, "We will continue this
discussion another night Anastasia. Now go to sleep. As for you Julian,
stay."

      Anya stood up and peered in my direction with a "Thank You" surfacing
across her eyes. I flashed a wink right back in her direction. After saying
goodnight to the both of us, and hearing a scolding for saying goodnight to
a servant, Anya made her way up to bed. She trudged up the stairs as if the
world lay upon her shoulders.  Claudia sat across from me sipping what was
left of her tea. I figured she was going to scold me for it being ill
prepared, but she surprised me with something totally different. She
thanked me.

      "For what?" I asked suddenly.

      She chuckled somewhat at the shocked expression I fashioned and
finally explained, "For being a prime example."

      I was still puzzled at this and asked her to elaborate. Her answer
wasn't something I was expecting but I wasn't totally shocked either. After
all, she is Satan's mistress. She is meant to destroy my hope that burns
inside of me. She was reality in human form.

      "You placed a perfect example tonight. I was teaching Anya proper
etiquette that should always be fashioned by a lady. You were able to help
me add in some extra lessons."

      `Bitch', I thought. She would thank me for something like that. She
was chuckling at her little joke and I wanted to do nothing more than to
throw the scalding pot of tea I left in the kitchen on her, but I refrained
from doing so. Claudia made her way upstairs and I made my way to the
kitchen. I washed the last few dishes and tidied up the kitchen before
making my way up to my room. After long and languid steps I finally made it
up to my room and plopped down on the mattress. The night had certainly
drained much out of me. And soon sleep had caught up with me.

      The aroma of roses filled my nostrils. I felt the soft mushy ground
beneath me. I opened my eyes and was met with twinkling stars. Some shot by
in a second while others burned brightly. The cool summer air washed across
my face in a light breeze. I felt paralyzed as I viewed my surroundings. I
tried to move but I couldn't. I realized I felt something on my face. I
went to touch my face and felt something hard. There was a sort of appliqué
technique on it, and I rubbed my hands over my face. Only my eyes were
covered. I felt a cloth on both sides of my head and rubbed my fingers upon
both sides as it trailed behind my head until I felt a tiny knot. I was
wearing a mask. I heard the rippling of water around me. I stood up and
made my way to the babbling sounds. I felt like I heard my name being
called through the splashes of water. I walked past a few tree's and
finally into a meadow with a soft lake displayed with a river flowing into
it. I made my way towards the lake and surveyed my surroundings. Gatherings
of flowers were splotched evenly on the ground into perfect bunches. Rocks
were sweetly placed in serene areas. I made my way to the edge of the lake
and surveyed the water's surface. It was so smooth as it reflected the
brightly painted moon and the dimly lit stars. I met my reflection with
hesitation as the man I saw, surely wasn't me. He was more toned with the
tight white shirt hugging his chest. His toned arms lay exposed to the
moons light. His slender waist was met with the light as well. I moved my
body in effort to really realize the man that mimicked my every move was
indeed me. I laughed at my stupidity and kneeled to the ground, still
watching my reflection. I felt like Narcissus except with more dignity and
less vanity. I waved my hand across the lake and surveyed the ripples. I
watched my reflection bob up and down distorting the clear mirror that was
in front of my. Finally, as the ripples stopped and the surface soon
smoothed once again, I was met with the reflection of two faces. I was
startled at this and I stood up immediately. The man's reflection was
taller than mine, a bit more built around the chest and waits a tad bit
bigger. His face was covered by a mask too that reflected the moons bright
light back onto the water.

      "Don't be afraid," he spoke softly.

      "I'm not," I responded, but truly, I was. Not for my life, but I was
nervous.

      "Why?" he asked in sorrow.

      I fashioned a puzzled look at the water and turned around to find my
stranger staring at me. The eyes I once knew were staring at me in my
dreams. I thought I would never see them again. I saw a tear sliding down
the side of his face. I went to wipe it away and was met with the icy sting
of a broken heart. I knew at once what he was referring too.

      "It's complicated," I explained, "But I had to be gone before
Midnight. There was nothing more that I wanted than to be with you, but I
just couldn't stay."

      He let out a soft cry and stepped back into the darkness. I saw
everything but his face as he took off his mask. He held the silver mask in
his hands and dropped it to the ground. It shattered as it hit the grass,
bursting into tiny drops of water. I felt some of it hit my leg and feared
it was glass. I was met with icy stings from the frozen tears. They all
screamed heartbreak into my skin. The stranger held my father's bracelet in
his hand and let it dangle until he dropped it and just like the mask it
shattered into tiny vast droplets of water that splashed against my
legs. The icy stings were becoming unbearable. I felt the heartbreak of
leaving him all over again. I began crying, first softly, and then it
turned harder. It was almost uncontrollable. I couldn't stop crying. It
just kept coming and coming in large waves of emotion. My feet froze in
place and I realized my tears had trailed down my body, freezing me in
place. This sweet dream had turned into a nightmare. I could see the
stranger standing in front of me, completely silent, his face hidden by the
darkness. My freedom of movement had been stolen from me as my tears were
freezing me in place. Soon my entire body but my head stood frozen. I began
begging my stranger to free me. Finally, I felt lack of air as I felt ice
cover my entire face until I was a frozen statue. My vision was obscured,
but I saw my stranger stand at the foot of me, in my frozen state. He
placed his hand, though I felt no warmth, upon my cheek, and kissed what
were my frozen lips. I was consumed by the tears that were fueled by loss,
heartbreak, and tragedy. I was screaming inside my mind as I watched my
stranger turn to leave. There I was, standing frozen like a statue in a
garden, crying out for my lover to return.

      "Julian! Julian!"

      I was awoken by a shaking and calling of my name. I turned over to
find Anya over me with concern in her eyes. She must have noticed my
nightmare. I sat up as she sat down next to me, her hair in disarray, and
her eyes fashioned with worry.

      "Julian, you were panting in your sleep! Are you alright?" she asked
kindly.

      "Yeah," I replied, "Just a bad dream, that's all."

      "It must have been if you were crying out in such despair, one might
think your heart was broken," she said as she glanced at me with question
in her eyes.

      "It was just a nightmare, that's all," I reassured, "What's up? Is
everything alright?"

      Anya lost it. Her eyes welled up with such intensity that they
positively burst! How they did from the amount of crying she did last night
I'll never know; I'd imagine her eyes would be sore from the true catharsis
it's accustomed too. She threw herself back on my bed in a dramatic
movement and shut her face away from the world that so wronged her. She hid
her eyes in the crook of her arm and let out continuous sobs. I was
completely taken aback by this because I had just woken up and I was still
half-asleep concerning the lack of sleep, well comfortable amount of sleep,
I had received. I instinctively put my hand on her back and rubbed her
affectionately. I laid back and continued to stroke her and would whisper
sweet encouragements that most likely didn't help since they were so
cliché. Regardless, she calmed down and finally turned to me with sore
eyes. Her hair was a complete mess from what looked like endless hours of
tossing and turning while facing the reality presented before her. I got up
from my bed and reached over to my dresser. I scrambled over the mess in
hopes to find a hairbrush. I had thrown my clothes all over the room last
night when I was in such a hurry to change so I wasn't exactly
organized. After a few minutes of careless searching I managed to find my
brush and make an even bigger mess than before. I returned onto the bed
next to Anya and began to brush her wild mane. Her ginger hair slid out
with ease and in time the knots began to loosen, with the exception of a
few stubborn hairs.

      "So," I said quietly, "What's going on?"

      "Mother," she said slowly, "Wants me too...too...t-". She burst into
more tears at this but she quickly regained control. I think it started to
hurt her and she tried refraining as much as she could because she would
often pause to quickly regain her strength and composure. After a few
breathing techniques and some encouragement from me she started explaining
to me her situation.

      "Mother has made a decision for me," she explained silently.

      "And that decision is?"

      "I am too be married off soon," she responded rather quickly.

      "What!?" I returned quickly, "To whom?"

      "I don't know," she said with a sigh, "But he's wealthy apparently."

      `Big surprise,' I thought.

      "You haven't met him?" I asked.

      "No, not yet. But he will be coming to the Manor sometime this
evening. That's why I came up here. So I could warn you," she explained
silently with her head tilted down. There was something she wasn't telling
me. I could feel it.

      "What is it that you aren't telling me? Why would you warn me?" I
asked instinctively.

      I changed my position on the bed and turned her around in front of me
so we would be talking face-to-face, no deception. She looked scared as she
hung her head low. I felt like she was getting ready to tell me I was to
executed and she was supposed to help me repent for whatever I did wrong. I
held my breath at the news to come.

      "It's Mr. Moore's cousin," she spoke softly.

      "Moore?" I asked with silent anger, "As in Kent Moore?"

      "Julian please," she begged as she reached over to grab my hand for
support. I snapped my hand away.

      "Answer the question," I snapped.

      She looked at me, hurt that I would ever speak to her in such a
manner, for we were each other's allies when we had no other, whenever the
world was against us, we were here for each other.

      "Yes," she answered quietly with restraint, "Kent Moore's cousin is
the man I am to be married too."

      I stood up and went to the center of the room. I ran my fingers
through my hair at this sudden realization. That bastard would have a hand
in my stepsister's, no- my sister's, future. I sighed out loud and turned
to Anya once more and sat in front of her staring her straight in the
eyes. I grabbed her hand and finally asked, "Why have you come to me?"

      She knew how I meant the question. I knew she wouldn't bother to come
up here if she didn't need my help, for Claudia was the enemy, and she so
desperately needed an ally. She brushed her hair behind her ear and let out
a soft sigh. The sigh you give when you're caught in a corner and all you
can do is give it your all to escape. A sigh of help.

      "I need your help," she asked.

      "What can I possibly do though?"

      "I don't know," she sobbed, "But I need your help. I- I- I can't
marry him. I don't even love him, let alone know him!"

      I looked at her and finally responded with, "Tell me how the
conversation happened with you and Claudia. How did this subject even come
up?"

      She looked at me with worry and I knew this was the part she wanted
to cover up. I reassured her that this was vital information if she wanted
my help. She sighed once again and began her explanation.

      "Well, I saw you running through the hall and I noticed it was
midnight. You were running so fast I couldn't tell if you were just trying
to get home or get away from something," she said inquisitively, "And when
I saw you bump into Mother, you remember how I pushed you out of the way in
the nick of time?"

      I nodded in understanding. The wheels inside my head slowly began to
turn and my stomach began to churn. I started to begin I was responsible
for some of this. I hoped I wasn't.

      "Well," she continued, "Mr. Moore happened to be present and laughed
at how clumsy I was. After a snarky comment from Mother on grace and poise
Mr. Moore began to talk about how he was thinking of me and was just about
to bring me up. He talked about fate and such and finally stated that he
thinks me and his cousin would be a perfect match. And then it became
settled. I was too become his cousins wife and ultimately a Moore. They're
stopping by for dinner tonight. Which you're supposed to help with
apparently, but Mother has called on Gretchen to do that because she wants
you out of the way. She feels that you'll ruin everything with your
personal vendetta against Mr. Moore."

      Now, I must explain a few things. Gretchen was our old head maid and
a dear friend of my Father. After his untimely death she left and quit
because she couldn't stand my Stepmother. She was so upset that she
couldn't take me with her and help support me but she was too poor to
barely care for herself. She landed another job as a maid but the pay
wasn't as generous as my Father's. I wasn't too surprised to hear that she
would be returning because no one could cook like her. You may think, well
if she's so good why isn't she running her own shop or why doesn't she land
some amazing job, but the fact was that my Father was overly generous to
her because they were friends. Gretchen liked certain people and the ones
she didn't like she made known. She didn't care about manners. Just because
she was poor didn't mean she didn't have pride. It's her disgust for the
upper class that keeps her from rising to a comfortable living style
herself.

      As for Mr. Moore, I have very few kind words about this man. He's a
common businessman, one of the few that were successful, and he was my
Father's business partner. He cheated my Father during their years as
business partners. He lied a great deal about innocent things which made no
sense. He hardly speaks the truth and the irony of it all is the fact that
everyone knows he's a liar. They sit there and listen to his constant lies
and ostentatious personality in hopes they receive an ally, but the truth
is he will be the first person to desert you. I don't know this out of
speculation; I know this because I saw it with my own eyes on the day my
Father died. When the riot broke out he was the first person to take off in
a sprint. All we saw was a cloud of dust rise and fall, just like my
Father's life. What made me hate him even worse was that he didn't show at
my Father's funeral- his own business partner of 25 years. We never even
heard a word from him until a couple months later when my Father's assets
were spread out among the family- mainly Claudia. I kept my distance from
that man. And the last thing I want is for my sister married off to his
family. I won't let it happen.

      "Don't worry," I said, "I'll think of something but until then, go
get ready, for we have to go to the market and pick up a few things."

      "I can't," she responded quickly, "Mother says I have to stay home
and make myself presentable."

      I whipped around and shook her in exasperation.

      "Why do you stay with her? Listen to her? Put up with her?"

      She was taken off-guard by my sudden burst of anger. Although it
wasn't all anger, it was frustration in the sense that I was tired of
seeing her manipulated. Claudia may have been her mother, but she certainly
didn't act like it. My blood was boiling now.

      "Julian, what else can I do?" she cried, "Become a servant like you?"

      Her words stung me like tiny tear drops made of ice- each one hitting
my forehead and shattering piece-by-piece. It was the first time I had ever
felt insulted by Anya. I shed a tear at her comment for it was an
epiphany. I was a servant. Anya realized what she said and quickly began
apologizing.

      "Julian I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that."

      I stood silently across from her and gazed. My heart beat inside my
chest proudly. Each heart beat produced more and more confidence in my body
until I finally walked to the door and opened it for her, ushering her out
silently. She complied with my request and stood in the doorway.

      "Julian please," she begged silently, a few tears began to trickled
down her red cheek.

      I turned towards her with my eyes locked on hers. She gasped slightly
at my fierce gaze and turned her head down. I finally spoke the most
important words to her. Not for her benefit but for my own. I had to remind
myself that this isn't what my Father had planned for me and a clean slate
lay somewhere.

      "I may be a servant but at least I know when someone's taking me
further from the things I want."

      She raised her head and let out a lone tear that trailed down her
face. Her mouth agape at the truth she knew was there. She wiped her face
clean and tangled her hair in her fingers. After a few minutes of silence
she finally spoke.

      "I'm sorry Julian."

      "Just be ready in ten minutes," I said.

      "But..."

      "I said ten minutes. Leave Claudia to me."

      She nodded in agreement and went down the stairs. I closed the door
and leaned back rubbing my temples slowly. The stiff door made my back ache
for comfort. I let out a sigh and got dressed. If I was to be preparing
dinner tonight, Gretchen would need some things from the market. I would
just have to take Anya along. I don't know why, but I felt like she needed
to come along. It would at least perhaps give us some stall time and me
away from the house so I could think more clearly. First, I needed to get
Anya out of the house. I scurried down the stairs after getting ready and
bolted into the kitchen where I ran smack into a familiar plump woman.

      "Julian!" shouted Gretchen with a hint of laughter, "Julian, dear!
I've only been here an hour and you're already trying to push me out! Is
this how we treat our dearest friends? Come, give me a much needed hug."

      Gretchen wrapped her arms around me in a family embrace. Practically
the only embrace that's ever felt comfortable and safe, apart from last
night. What I'd give to go back to that night. Gretchen was muttering
something while she was practically squeezing the life out of me. I had
realized that she wasn't talking but softly crying. I departed from her
grasp and looked at her. Her stout appearance and rotund face was slightly
pink and her eyes a less bit puffy. Her gray hair was put up in an untamed
bun with silver strands out and about. She brushed them back with her plump
fingers and smiled a yellow grin. She had aged considerably since I last
saw her but I couldn't help tear along with her. She was my everything when
I was growing up. She always read me a story or patched me up when Claudia
failed to do so- which was all of the time. She finally mustered up her
strength and hugged me once more. The embrace was not as tight but still
love was present with every squeeze.

      "Gretchen, why are you crying? This is a happy occasion!"

      "It's just you look so much like your Mother," she responded softly
with a happy cry in her tone.

      I broke out into a smile and hugged her once again. I was elated to
hear such a compliment from Gretchen and it was glorious to know my Mother
still lived on through my appearance. She died giving birth to me but I
always felt like I knew her. I felt like she was always present in the
wind, or whenever the rain would fall upon my skin. I just felt like she
was there, making up for lost time. Unfortunately, our happy moment was
interrupted by a dragon. In walked Claudia with Anya in tow. Her face was
still blotchy from crying but she still looked as pretty as ever.

      "Oh, how cute, it's a peddler's reunion!" laughed Claudia.

      "Hold your tongue Claudia. You best remember who has the power
tonight," snapped Gretchen.

      I silently smiled at Gretchen's remark and tried my hardest to not
surface a small laugh of power. Thankfully, I was able to keep my emotions
to myself. Claudia sneered at the both of us and she kept her mouth
shut. After all, Gretchen was right. She did have the power tonight
ironically. She was here on a favor to Claudia. No one could cook like
Gretchen and Gretchen could choose to leave if she wanted. It felt good
having such a strong ally on my side. I felt like poisoning Claudia's food,
but alas, I'm a romantic- not a murderer. I'll save scenarios like that for
my dreams. Silence took over the kitchen until finally Claudia spoke.

      "Anya seems to insist on going out to the market with Julian," said
Claudia. She finally turned to look at me for a good minute until she spat
out a nasty, "Why?"

      I jumped at her "Why". I was taken aback by the volume of the
question. Gretchen noticed this and thankfully came to my rescue.

      "Because Madam, he needs help getting a few ingredients for me,"
replied Gretchen.

      "And why does Anya need to accompany him?"

      "Simple," stated Gretchen, "So she can bring flowers as a
centerpiece. You know how the florist admires Anya. He told me so himself."

      Claudia stood puzzled. She shifted her stance a bit until she finally
muttered, "Alright. But, have her back an soon. If you're not here when I
want you, I'll just have to come searching for you. Mr. Moore and his
cousin will soon be here and they can't show up to an empty house. And you,
Julian, better be on your best behavior. Tonight is not the night for
vengeance. Understood?"

      "Yes," I replied.

      "Alright, off you go! And Anya, pick up something pretty. Not the
usual type of centerpiece. Everything must be perfect in order to secure
your future!"

      I cringed at those words. Anya's future? I noticed Anya silently bow
her head. I've never seen her so defeated before. I've never seen her so
submissive to her mother. Yes, she followed orders but I always thought she
was more powerful.  After a bit of pity Anya and I set off to the Market in
silence. I was still pretty upset about the comment from earlier. The road
seemed long and the air seemed thick. The sun shone brightly emitting
massive rays of heat. It was going to be a hot day indeed. The summer air
was crisp as I breathed it into my nostrils. Finally, after some good
minutes of silence Anya startled me by speaking.

      "Are you still mad at me?"

      "Good heavens no," I lied. I wasn't exactly mad, I was more
disappointed.

      "But you are disappointed?" she responded meekly.

      "Yes, in fact. I just don't understand why you put up with her or why
you let her dictate your life."

      "I know she only wants what's best for me."

      "Yes, but you are not happy," I said looking at her. It was the first
time I glanced at her direction since we left the house.

      Anya let out a sigh, "You're right. She tries helping me but in turn
just takes me further from the things I want."

      "But what is it that you want?" I asked softly.

      "To be in love."

      That was it. Her answer was so simple. Yet the truth behind her
answer was more complex than she would ever know. I was practically in love
with a stranger. At least she was able to admit Claudia was overstepping
her boundaries by controlling her. I began to feel sympathy for Anya for
she puts up with Claudia more than I do. I admired her more after that
thought. I thought I had it bad. I couldn't even begin to realize what she
must go through as her daughter. I guess everyone is fighting their own
battle and it's one's responsibility as a person to see that.

      "I have faith that you will, one day Anya," I responded.

      We finally caught up to the bustling center square and the busy
market. Vendors lined up selling various goods such as fruits and corn and
other such things. Gretchen gave me a few common items to pick up: a few
spices, the flowers, eggs, vegetables, and bread. Anya leaned in close to
my shoulder and rested her head on it. I raised my arm around her and we
continued walking together- as brother and sister. We got the necessary
items off the list and the only things left were the flowers and bread. We
arrived at the florist's shop but we were met with a closed door. I went to
try and open it but it was sealed tight.

      "Closed!" shouted Anya, "But he never closes! He only lives here!"

      I laughed at Anya and shrugged my shoulders.

      "Maybe he's visiting a family member or something. People have lives
too you know."

      Anya laughed at my wit and mentioned how Claudia wouldn't like that
we weren't returning with the flowers she so desperately needed. We made
our way to the bread shop laughing over the silliest things. We were having
such a good time we weren't exactly watching where we were going. It just
felt good that we were laughing again. We went to turn the corner where I
smacked right into an unknown man. He must have been travelling rather fast
for he knocked me down, that is until he caught me with his swift hands and
breath taking agility.

      "Oh!" Anya gasped. I turned to look at her as I was being cradled in
the stranger's arms. Her eye's met mine for a brief instant and we were met
with a loud chime. The clock had struck twelve.

      "Oh! We better hurry! I'll run up to the bakery now before he leaves
for lunch!" said Anya. And with that, Anya headed her way up to the bakery
without me. I seemed to be stalling in the stranger's arms until he finally
grunted. I think that was his cue to tell me he couldn't support my weight
any longer. I turned to look at the stranger who was holding me. He pulled
me up and our eyes locked. We both gazed at each other like we both knew
the same secret. His hazel eyes burned like the wood in a strong fire. With
each sparkle cracking brightly. He felt the same connection I did for we
couldn't stop staring at each other. I felt like time had slowed down and
the world around me melted away into an abyss that didn't matter. I felt
like the world I had craved was being created right before my very eyes. I
felt freedom all over again. We we're snapped out of transfixed state by a
blonde man, who I recognized as Victor Croft from the bakery the day of the
riots. He seemed rather puzzled at our situation.

      "Did I interrupt something?" asked Victor.

      "I'm sorry," I stated, "I just wasn't looking where I was going."

      "Huh, you seem to have a habit of doing that you know," stated
Victor.

      The stranger raised his hand to hit Victor's chest. His strong hand
lay open and all I wanted to do was grab it. It just seemed so
familiar. Like it was waiting for mine to lock into it. I was once again
broken from my transfixed state by a familiar husky yet strong voice.

      "Relax, Victor, the man said he was sorry," spoke the Stranger, "But
it was I who wasn't looking where I was going. And my step wasn't exactly
slow either."

      He broke out into a soft laughter which rang like soft music in my
ears. He seemed so familiar. Almost, like a dream presented right before
me. I was waiting for the nightmare to begin. He wouldn't take his eyes off
of me like he was scanning me from head to toe. He was trying to remember
what I was trying to remember. How did we know each other?

      "Right," spoke Victor, "Well, we must be going. You know how Scarlett
doesn't like waiting."

      "Right," I said, "My apologies once again."

      "Do I know you?" spoke the Stranger suddenly.

      "Huh?" spoke Victor who in turned looked at me then back at the
beautiful man beside him.

      "I'm sorry?" I said quickly.

      "It's just, you seem so familiar. I feel like we've met before," he
spoke softly with a strong undertone. His perfectly sculpted face moved in
such a graceful manner when he spoke. I was amazed I hadn't drooled all
over myself. Small beads of sweat perspired amongst his forehead. I too,
was beginning to grow hot, but worst of all, nervous. I knew exactly what
he was talking about because I felt it too. Victor kept looking back and
forth at us with confusion plastered across his face. We stood transfixed
at each other trying to recollect the past we both knew we had. We were,
once again, interrupted from our transfixed gaze by a woman in red. She was
rather stunning actually. Her black hair against her fair skin stood out
like a black crow against a white sheet of snow. Her green eyes stared
fiercely at me.

      "Who are you?" she spoke sternly. She turned to Victor and pointed at
me, "Who is he?"

      Victor stood dumbfounded at her because of the situation going on
between me and the Stranger. He just shrugged his shoulders in confusion.

      "Well," she spoke firmly, "Are you going to answer me? Is anyone
going to answer me?"

      I went to speak my name but my voice was drowned out by the chime of
the clock tower. Fifteen minutes had passed and I was amazed at how time
flew by me. I needed to get back to Anya quickly. I jumped at the chimes
once more as it chimed its final song. The Stranger noticed this
instinctively and his eyes grew rather large.

      "I'm sorry but I have to go. Goodbye!" I said rather quickly and made
my way towards the bakery.

      "You..." he gasped.

      "He?" said Scarlett and Victor in a curious unison.

      "Me..." I said as I walked away briskly. The wheels in my head were
turning.

      I turned back to see him staring at me with a longing face and
pleading eye's. I knew that gaze but I continued on. I felt a sting in my
heart. Each step became harder and harder to take. My heart began to ache
and my mind began to bulge. My body was trying to tell me something, but I
just couldn't grasp onto it. I turned back once more to see him still
staring at me. Victor and the mysterious woman, who I assumed to be
Scarlett, standing beside him trying to get his attention. I was startled
to see him moving in my direction. I continued making my way towards the
bakery in hopes of solving the puzzle that lay before me. I was deep in
thought when I was brushed aside by a passing aristocrat and stumbled over
a ledge, falling hard against the cold ground. I dropped my groceries on
the ground. After a few glances of pity from townspeople I began picking up
my stuff. I was surprised to see a familiar hand helping me.

      "Just like those nobles, always getting in people's way?" spoke the
Stranger.

      "Oh, but I'm sure they were going somewhere very important," I
replied nervously.

      "I doubt it," laughed the Stranger, "They're probably off to drink
their next gallon of tea and share pieces of irrelevant gossip. Here."

      He handed me some of the spices I dropped. It lay there so
comfortably in his hand that I felt almost wrong to take it away from such
safety. I went to grab the spice from his hand and as I began to scoop it
up, our skin touched for the briefest instant. A jolt of familiar
electricity flashed through my body. All of my nerves were shot and my eyes
snapped to his with our eyes locked once more. We were presented with the
reflection of our gazes. Once again time seemed to stop and our world began
to change. I felt like we were the only two people present. For once, I
felt alive. I snapped out of this trance with the chime of a bell nearby.

      "Thanks, thanks for all your help," I said, "Now, if you'll excuse me
I have to get going."

      "But wait, I don't even know your name," he replied.

      "Oh me, I'm just a stranger," I said quickly.

      "But what if I wanted to meet this charming stranger?" he spoke back
playfully.

      I smiled and responded, "I doubt this stranger has any idea on how a
man should be treated."

      "Like royalty I suppose."

      "No," I responded quickly my eyes locking on his, "Like a person,
with kindness and respect."

      "Oh," he said softly, "You're not like most people are you?"

      "What do you mean?" I asked suddenly.

      "Oh, I'm sorry," he pleaded, "I wasn't implying that in a rude way."

      "It's ok," I replied, "It's just how I view people. It doesn't matter
their social status, or how much money they have. All I ask is for
love. But, that's just a dream."

      "You wanna know the problem with most dreamers?" he asked.

      I shuddered at this question. Everything began to make sense. I knew
exactly who he was. I turned to look at him once more with a slow peering
gaze. His eyes sparked a familiar spark.

      "That they dream about something instead of really doing it," we both
said in unison.

      "It is you!" exclaimed the Stranger.

      I smiled widely and felt so relieved to see the man behind the
mask. I almost dropped my basket of groceries until I was met with a
familiar obstacle. Her high pitched orders rang through my ears. I knew the
nightmare was coming.

      "I thought I told you never to talk to strangers!" exclaimed Claudia,
"Now hurry up with those groceries, what are you doing! Have you forgotten
our engagement?"

      "Sorry Stepmother!" I exclaimed, "Goodbye."

      "But..." started the Stranger, "Not again."

      "Again?" spoke Claudia, "Do tell me why you are conversing with a
Mantz, Julian? Are you trying to shame your family even more? More or less
your Father?"

      "We met at the..."

      "The spice stand!" shouted Anya, "He helped us find the spices from
earlier and the florist shop was closed and he informed us where he
was. He's been very helpful actually. But Mother it is getting a tad bit
late. We should really get home. Really, he was just helping."

      "Truly," I added, "He was no harm. It's my fault really. I forgot
Gretchen's list and he helped us. It's my fault Stepmother, entirely. I
apologize."

      `Yes it is," she agreed, "The next time your services won't be needed
Mantz. Come now Anya!"

      I stood frozen at Claudia's words and the realization of who my
Stranger truly was. Of all the people I were to find beautiful it was to be
a Mantz. Yet, I didn't care. I was staring longingly at him with a small
smile upon my face. He too was fashioning a look of carelessness and
romance. I didn't realize that Anya and Claudia had left me until Claudia
came back shouting at me.

      "Julian!" she shouted in anger and frustration.

      "Coming Stepmother!" I responded. I started my way to Claudia who was
waiting for me with her dragon eye. Her nostrils appeared to be flaring up
in anger. I couldn't tell if it was because of me, or that a Mantz helped
us. Regardless, I hurried on after them.

      "Hope to see you around, Julian," said the Stranger slowly with a
smile on his face.

      My stomach fluttered with that comment and my cheeks grew red. I had
to quickly hide my excitement from Claudia but I smiled back at him. It
wasn't fair. He knew who I was, but all I knew on him was that he was a
Mantz. All I did know was that I hoped we did see each other again, and I
hoped Claudia didn't hear what he said. I trudged behind Claudia and Anya
with the groceries in my hands. I was eager to see what the future brought
me. I just hoped it was him.