[Bordermarch] The Meeting

[justinw at dreammakersetx.com]

Once again, we find ourselves here listening to tales of the past, both
real and fictional. At this time I wish to share

with you a story. Some of it real, some of it unbelievable. But much of
our lives is unbelievable, in the choices we

make and the people we meet. SO keep that in mind as you read, and enjoy
this story for what it is. Not what its

not.

To begin we shall name the players. There were 2 brothers named Daniel
and Xavier. They were close in age and had

many of the same friends. Daniel was the hot head, and Xavier the cool
headed thinker. And I, Chrestien, was the

slightly hot headed thinker. This is why the 3 of us made a good team. 
We were inseparable. They would travel

with me and I with them.

It all started back in A.S.XXII or XXIII, the dates are a blur but the
story is as sharp as a needle. It takes place in

Bordermarch. A young man of 16 years traveled with 2 of his friends to
see their grandparents. While there, they

found a local gathering of youths and decided to attend. It was a rather
large gathering and the music was loud and

the company entertaining. Oh and lest not forget the young maidens in
attendance. The maidens ranged from

stable maids to maidens that looked like the children of royalty. We met
many people that were interesting to say

the least. Xavier met a young lady that was as beautiful as a vase of
flowers...until she smiled. I wish not to be

mean but her personality was as rotten as her teeth. I would guess that
she was from Gleann Abhann.

Daniel was off flirting with several maidens. He was very talented at
enticing the ladies. I guess that's how I

learned to be a silver tongued devil. I ran with a golden tongue devil
that taught me the ways. I was left to roam

around and casually talk to people and make a few friends.

After about 30 minutes of just roaming and chatting, I saw a vision of
pure loveliness, She was off in a corner

talking with her friends. She had a glow around her. She wore a pink
bodice, with a denim dress that hugged her

curves. She was beautiful. My heart began to pound in my chest, my palms
began to sweat. I was 30 yards from this

lass and was more nervous than a bar wench in a Catholic Church on
Sunday morning. She looked my way, and I

went pale. She had these gorgeous green eyes, beautiful, and luscious
lips and long flowing hair of gold. It was as

though the God's took an angel from the heavens and sent her to Earth to
live among us. And on this night, the

angel smiled upon me. She gave me a small wave so I approached her. As I
walked her way she whispered to her

friends and they turned and walked away. As I got closer she looked at
me and smiled.

I introduced myself, and she said her name was Nora. A beautiful name
for a beautiful young lady. The name Nora

is Latin and means honor or light. At this point I was honored to be in
the glow of her light. We spent time getting to

know each other. She was 2 years younger than I. She was as nice and
polite as she was beautiful. We spent the

evening laughing, talking and building something that no one could take
away.....

When you meet that special someone that was put on this earth by the
Gods for you and you alone, you feel  it. You

know by the way you feel in their presence, and the way you feel when
they are not. But when you are 16 you don't

understand these feelings. In this case I found out a little too late.
Or did I?

The romance began sweet and innocently. We saw each other a few times.
You see, we lived  some distance from each

other and during the week I had to return home to do my duties, but at
the end of the week I went to see her. I felt

comfortable being myself with her. There was no need to be anything but
myself for that is what she liked me being

myself. Oh and the first kiss...That is something private, between her
and I alone. So no need to ask.

She even came to see me once. Her mother took the day to travel to my
village and allow Nora to attend a festival.

This was when I met the now known and revered, Dona Leah. Mother and
daughter , there was no denying it. If

what they say is true , then in 20 years Nora will still be a beautiful
woman. We spent the day holding hands and

seeing the attractions.

After the day of festivities, I accompanied Dona Leah and Nora back to
their residence. It was a long journey, but

worth spending more time with Nora. When we arrived at their home I met
a man by the name of  Talon. He and

Dona Leah were discussing sword fighting. I was immediately intrigued.
He took me out side and armored me up. He

taught me the basics on how to handle a foil, parry and thrust. It was a
fun time. He informed me that I needed to

be 18 before I could fight legally. We played a little more and then
went back in to visit.

When it started to get late, I told Nora that the following weekend I
would be out with friends back home. But the

weekend  following we could be together again. She pouted a bit and we
parted ways. If I had known this was the

last time I would see Nora, for many years ,the goodbye would have
lasted a lot longer. Confused? You should be. So

stop asking questions and let me explain .

The following weekend was planned for months. My friends and I were
going to sneak out a barrel from the tavern

and have some fun. Nora knew the names of my friends I was going with.
There was a tragic accident and 3 of the 4

boys in the wagon were killed and the 4th critically injured. To most
that knew me, I was with my friends that

night. When in truth my longing to be with Nora was overwhelming. I
skipped the drink fest and went to meet her,

she never showed.

She was told that I was with my friends, and that I was one of the 3
that passed away. My letters went unanswered

for weeks. I did get one response that was not very polite, wanting to
know how I could play such a sick joke on

someone. That was the last I heard from her.

Well now that you have learned how we found and lost each other, I shall
now tell of the reunion and all the twists

involved. But not today. For this retelling is full of twists and turns
and pirates and dragons....It is all too much to

put out in just one story. So be looking for part 2 of the "Meeting"
soon.

If you have any suggestions or questions feel free to email me. I am not
a professional writer, nor do I claim to be one.

I do this for fun and it has actually been fun. But any help would be
appreciated.


Chrestien Brule