Post by Anne Porter on Oct 28, 2007 22:36:53 GMT -5
This takes place in the Lafluer Estate. James Lafluer has caught an isolated case of the Black Plague, yet it wasn't it contagious form when it took his life, so Annabella was not harmed by the disease.
Annabella wrote:
It had been a rainy and thunderous day, violent winds roaring through the town, and the streets became littered with garbage . Annabella walked slowly up to the large mansion, looking around her in awe at the tall oak trees and colorful flowers surrounding many flowing fountains. No matter how many times she had approached this house, it always amazed her to think that this could belong to her one day. Annabella pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders as she shivered, mostly because of the wind, but also because of the thought of her father's possible upcoming death. James Lafleur had recently caught a deadly disease that no one had ever seen before. He got deep purple or black spots on his skin and blisters all over the inside of his mouth. The Doctors in Magician's Palace tried to find a cure but to no avail, it seemed hopeless, they called this disease the Black Plague. All they could do was prescribe a very simple remedy to help numb the pain to account for less suffering. Annabella knew she had to be strong, for the sake of her father and for herself.
The huge oak doors swung open and footsteps were heard rushing up the marble stairs to James's room. Within seconds, Annabella came quickly but cautiously through the door. In her hands she held a parcel of old parchment paper, it was her father's medicine. James coughed slightly and looked sadly up at his daughter.
"Annabella," He whispered, his voice cracking in pain with each raspy breath he took, "is that you? My dear, Annabella. I'm so sorry for all the trouble i've caused-"
"No." Annabella interrupted,"Don't you dare say that, father. You know as well as I do that this was nobody's fault. Here," she held his medicine before him, "take this." But he refused to take it,
"Annabella, please. I'm a grown man," He winced in pain, "you needn't put yourself in danger to make useless attempts at saving me." Again, he winces, "As we can all see, I am dieing. There's no denying the truth any longer, my dear." He stared at his daughter in silence. His breathing became heavier and then slowly died away. Annabella saw a distant look in his eyes as she watched him, hoping he would wake up from this trance he was in. She shook his shoulder lightly,
"Father?" Nothing happened and tears began to stream down her face. She fell to the floor next to his bed and sobbed uncontrollably until she had cried herself to sleep, holding his hand in hers.
Annabella wrote:
It had been a rainy and thunderous day, violent winds roaring through the town, and the streets became littered with garbage . Annabella walked slowly up to the large mansion, looking around her in awe at the tall oak trees and colorful flowers surrounding many flowing fountains. No matter how many times she had approached this house, it always amazed her to think that this could belong to her one day. Annabella pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders as she shivered, mostly because of the wind, but also because of the thought of her father's possible upcoming death. James Lafleur had recently caught a deadly disease that no one had ever seen before. He got deep purple or black spots on his skin and blisters all over the inside of his mouth. The Doctors in Magician's Palace tried to find a cure but to no avail, it seemed hopeless, they called this disease the Black Plague. All they could do was prescribe a very simple remedy to help numb the pain to account for less suffering. Annabella knew she had to be strong, for the sake of her father and for herself.
The huge oak doors swung open and footsteps were heard rushing up the marble stairs to James's room. Within seconds, Annabella came quickly but cautiously through the door. In her hands she held a parcel of old parchment paper, it was her father's medicine. James coughed slightly and looked sadly up at his daughter.
"Annabella," He whispered, his voice cracking in pain with each raspy breath he took, "is that you? My dear, Annabella. I'm so sorry for all the trouble i've caused-"
"No." Annabella interrupted,"Don't you dare say that, father. You know as well as I do that this was nobody's fault. Here," she held his medicine before him, "take this." But he refused to take it,
"Annabella, please. I'm a grown man," He winced in pain, "you needn't put yourself in danger to make useless attempts at saving me." Again, he winces, "As we can all see, I am dieing. There's no denying the truth any longer, my dear." He stared at his daughter in silence. His breathing became heavier and then slowly died away. Annabella saw a distant look in his eyes as she watched him, hoping he would wake up from this trance he was in. She shook his shoulder lightly,
"Father?" Nothing happened and tears began to stream down her face. She fell to the floor next to his bed and sobbed uncontrollably until she had cried herself to sleep, holding his hand in hers.
