How One Becomes a Guardian Angel
Cocojane:
This is my first stab at Sim Stories (and at posting at web forum in general). This story is inspired by old English classics such as Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, which hopefully explained the formality and the ‘oddness’ of the language. Since this is a love story, be prepared for some degree of uh…‘mushiness’ :lol: . That said, constructive criticism is always welcome. So, without further ado, here is the first chapter of How One Becomes a Guardian Angel. Thanks for reading.
Coco
Chapter 1 Forget-Me-Not-Valley-------------------------------------------
Life in Forget-Me-Not Valley village had always been peaceful. Not even the Great War, could shake that lush and idyllic aura of this little village. The songs of the birds were always pleasant, the trees evergreen, and the air were faintly scented with Violets and Forget-Me-Nots.
Such was my impression of the village as I, and my friend Marcus Meadow, decided to live there after the Great War. I would have stayed in the Capital as I preferred the hustle and bustle of the big city but unfortunately, I, Lucas Whyte, was penniless and of no job prospect.
On the contrary to my situation, my friend Marcus Meadow, was a man with a bright future. Born to a wealthy family, Marcus seemed to have the best combinations of blessings. He was handsome, rich and had a pleasant disposition.
Marcus and I were both soldiers of His Majesty, fighting in the Great War. We formed camaraderie, a bond, even stronger than that of blood brothers. After the War ended and we were dismissed from His Majesty's service, Marcus found out of my financial situation and invited me to live with him until a better prospect could be found for me. Indeed, Marcus Meadow was a man with a generous heart. He would do anything for those he called friends. And by 'better prospect', I have designed in my mind as 'marriage into money'. You see, dear readers, as I lived in comfort at the Meadow residence, I have realized how much more enjoyable my life could be when I was surrounded by luxury, how I hungered for the kind of respect that money, a lot of money, inspired in people around you. Call me shallow, but I have decided that although money might not buy happiness, it could buy me respect and luxury.
Cocojane:
Fortunately for me, there was another wealthy family in the village: The Merchant family. The Merchant Senior, Mr. Ethan Merchant, had accrued great wealth through his many banks in the Capital. The Merchant family was even richer than Marcus Meadow.
Even more fortunate, the Merchant's only daughter, Miss Kate Merchant, was very beautiful. Dear reader, you probably concluded that faced with such a pretty face, I ought to fall in love madly with Miss Merchant. Sadly, it was not so.
You see, the lovely Miss Merchant had a very moody disposition. Her tongue was sharp, and she often lashed out at her servants and family for no apparent reason, other than her dark moods. Nevertheless, I realized that marrying Kate Merchant would be my ticket to a comfortable life, and thus...
...I set my mind to court her.
Cocojane:
I still remember the day when the Knightley arrived in the Village. It was a warm and sunny day, only a month after Marcus and I arrived. There was Mrs. Knightley, her daughter Megan Knightley, and Mrs. Knightley's dead sister's daughter, Emma Woodsworth. The Knightley moved into a small but charming cottage across the street from us. Mrs. Knightley was a widow, trying to make ends met on her modest widow pension.
Miss Megan Knigthley was probably the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes upon. She had large grey eyes and beautiful, pale skin. Her fair hair was carefully styled high upon her head to show off her graceful, swan-like neck.
Miss Knightley had one thing in her mind. Like me, she had set her mind on marrying money. As soon as she found out that I was as poor as she was, she decided that I was not worth to talk to and availed herself only to the two wealthy bachelors in town, Marcus Meadow and Arthur Merchant.
Mr Arthur Merchant, the older brother of Miss Merchant, showed a great pleasure in meeting such a beauty as Miss Knightley. Indeed, Arthur Merchant loved beautiful women. He loved them so much that he did not show a preference towards one woman and instead, he preferred to court them all.
And beautiful women everywhere loved Mr Merchant for he was incredibly handsome and wealthy. He was charming and oh, so witty, when he was required to be. There was a trail of broken hearts following Arthur Merchant wherever he went.
Cocojane:
And let us not forget miss Emma Woodsworth, who lived with the Knightley. Her parents, Lady Knightley's sister and brother-in-law, were long dead and thus, being an orphan, she was penniless, and dependent on her relatives' charity. Nevertheless, her unfortunate situation did not seem to dampen her spirit. She was clever, amiable and of a happy disposition. Her manner was gentle and she treated everyone pleasantly. Indeed, I found her to be charming and intriguing. Miss Woodsworth and I became fast friends.
And so the Village life became livelier with the newcomers. We spent the evenings at each other's house. Our evenings were full with lively conversation and happy music.
oddball011:
i cant see any of the pictures :(
Navigation
[0] Message Index
[#] Next page