Date: Wed, 10 Mar 2004 19:00:41 -0500
From: My_Good_Boy_Jack@yahoo.com
Subject: These Passions I Pray: Prologue: Part 3: Eleta
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The contents of this story are fictional. Any resemblance of the
characters
to any other persons is strictly coincidental. This story does contain
brief sexual encounters between consenting males. If this bothers you
then please read no further.
This story gets off to a slow start, don't read this with the intent of
a "quick fix". This is an in depth story that has approx. 4 years behind
it. In this time it has gone through many incarnations and is finnally
ready to be tested by you the reader. All comments and suggestions are
welcomed and should be sent to me @ My_Good_Boy_Jack@yahoo.com
Read on for the 3rd part of the story......
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Poverty was never known by me. I never experienced hunger of the
other unfairnesses in life that the simple peasents had to face. I was
born into wealth, the daughter of a wealthy lord. My parents were land
owners, and we owned a castle that rose up over the side of a steep cliff
that gaurded the shoreline.
Not having any brothers, only sisters, my parents had chosen me at
birth to be the heir to own the land and the castle. They gave me the
name Eleta, meaning chosen too enforce this. Although i always knew i was
chosen for so much more than mere mundane extremities.
I loved too spend my time walking along the coast, watching as the
waves crashed into the large rocks. The loud noise they made was actually
quite serene, and it comforted me.
I had one favorite rock, wich was flat amongst the very top, and
gaurded by several other jagged rocks wich rose up, some past it, and
others stopping before reaching the very top of the flat one. The waves
would crash against the sides but never onto the flat surface.
In this case I would often climb too the top and just lye there.
This wasn't very much liked by my mother as I too often would ruin my
dresses.
The air rushing across the top of my body as i bath in the sun was
the best feeling in the world. My strawberry coloured hair would just
sprawl out amongst the rock, and in the bright sun looked all the more
magnificent. My blue eyes matched the colour wich filled the sky.
And of course like every other girl at my age of eighteen, I would
all too often day dream. I fantasized about romance and finding my true
love, and of course like in the fairy tales, living happily ever after.
However it wasn't too be. My mother explained to me how love was
simply an inspiration, and that i would find love in a proper gentleman
who was also an aable provider. So when I was thirteen my parents found a
proper suitor to mary me. He was also of wealth, of course. This method
was all strategic, as my parents thought of my chosen love as leaving me
in poverty, and alone.
So misery would conquer me, but i suppose you could say that my
day dreams, my fantasies would be the end of me.
My destiny was yet unknownst to me, but in the end I never had to
marry. I suppose it was the truth that destiny held, i was not too be the
successor to my parents, i was not to be a slave to someone i did not
love.
One evening after too much wine at one of father's parties, I made
my way up too my bedroom on the second floor of the castle. I was on my
way too sleep, but what i didnt know was that, unlike any other night, i
would never again wake to see morning.
Getting to know my fiance on this evening, one would think it be
normal to dream about such a man. But that dream was never too come. I
was I too know that destiny had chosen someone else for me, someone else
that i now knew i could never love.
As I dress into my night time attire, i take a moment to breathe
in the scent of the breeze. Lying myself down upon my bed, facing west
towards the ocean. Closing my eyes, my dreams are too destruct me. I've
yet too know my true role, and now im just at the beginning of a new life
that was yet unclear to me. I make my last farewell wish too myself.
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