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Post by Edward IV of England on Jul 21, 2008 11:57:31 GMT -5
Everything had been prepared perfectly.
The cake was eight layers, the band had been hired, the hall in which the wedding was to take place in looked beautiful.
Everyone was in place.
Edward however, was sitting in his room a strange look plastered on his face.
He had two plans, follow through with it and make Wild's life a living hell- Or ignore everything and live in a peaceful lie-OR leave.
He hadn't decided yet.
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Post by Wildfeather on Jul 21, 2008 12:07:02 GMT -5
*Wild was trembling, and her face was white. She had this bad feelings that she was on her way to her own execution. She was more beautiful than ever in her wedding dress, but the hands that held the flowers, were trembling.* Relax girl, I'm sure it won't be as bad as it feels. You can do this. Go out there, marry the man, and try to give him a happy life.*The music started playing as Wild entered the room, looking absolutely stunning in her wedding dress.* ![](http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn99/Morrighan71/jennifer.jpg)
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Post by Edward IV of England on Jul 21, 2008 12:15:43 GMT -5
Edward sat in his room staring out the window when he heard the music start, he almost stood up and ran to the altar, but then he remembered.
"What would it matter, no matter how much you love her Edward she can NEVER love you, she told you herself." He stood up and walked to the door, he peered out just in time to see Wild begin to walk down the aisle.
He went to the other side of his room, opened the window and jumped out.
He ran as fast as he could, stole a horse and began to ride out of Lorien.
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Post by Wildfeather on Jul 21, 2008 12:26:26 GMT -5
((Poor Eddie. I feel so sorry for him.))
*Wild stood by the altar. Her beautiful face turned white when she noticed Edward was not there.
In spite of all she had told him, she had cared about him much more than she wanted to admit.
She noticed the stare of the other people. Some of them haughtily, others compassionate. And the biggest shame of all was that Leetah was there with Nightfall. Wild turned her head away, right now she couldn't stand her cousin's compassionate stare.
She heard how the people in the church started whispering, and in the middle of all this chaos, she felt her heart breaking, shattering into tiny pieces.*
I refuse to cry in my own wedding - even if there's not going to be one.
*She stood there, tall, strong and beautiful. Only her beautiful, dark eyes showed how much she had been wounded.*
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Post by Leetah on Jul 21, 2008 13:19:39 GMT -5
*Leetah came over to her cousin's side, placing her arms around her, hugging her gently.*
"Wild, I'm so sorry...."
*Her voice was warm and caring, and her eyes filled with love for her cousin.*
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Post by Wildfeather on Jul 21, 2008 13:24:49 GMT -5
*Wild looked at her. She felt a piercing sting in her heart.*
So this is what it feels like when your heart breaks. I should have listened to my parents and kept my hatred against men. Why didn't I listen to them?
*She tried to smile bravely, but her voice was trembling with pain.*
"I-it's okay Leetah, I-I never believed in it anyway. As if anyone could love a Dark Elf!!!"
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Post by Nightfall Siofra on Jul 21, 2008 21:38:32 GMT -5
*Nightfall Siofra wrapped her arms around "Aunt Wild" and hugged her gently.*
"I love you, Aunt Wild. And I think Beraht Cutter loves you too."
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Post by Wildfeather on Jul 21, 2008 21:54:02 GMT -5
*Wild hugged Nightfall back while a deep pain pierced her heart. Her voice trembled with pain.*
"Thank you, child, b-but it's not quite the same. If you all will excuse me...."
*Wild walked quickly out of the room. The wedding guests had started to leave as soon as they understood there wouldn't be a wedding. The band packed their instruments and left, and the room was cleared for anything that could remind of a party.
Wild stood on the balcony. It had started raining, and there was thunder in the air. Wild found it perfect for her mood. She stared out over Lorien while a feeling of frost was growing in her heart and soul. The same kind of frost that had made her hate men many years ago. The same kind of frost that had made her an inhuman beast before Father Joseph found her at the orphanage and saved her soul.
She was no longer a woman with a warm heart, and a passionate soul, but a creature made from ice and frost, a warrior who no longer could feel compassion with her enemies. Her dark , thundering eyes were staring out in the rain, as an unfamiliar darkness spread through her soul.*
Edward IV of England. You will rue the day you dumped me at the altar, like the coward you are. No matter where you are, I will find you. And you will feel my wrath. Mark my words. There are no place in heaven or in hell you will be safe from my revenge. I will follow you to death and beyond!
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