pocketful of dreams.

read me like a book.

JANNAH.
20 on 24 Apr.
Lousy SN.
K-POP fanatic.
Loves GREY and PINK.

wishlist

*A Digi-Cam
*To attend a K-POP concert
*My Graduation
*A passable SN
*To be happy

jUsT tHiNkIng

Thursday, May 18, 2006 @ 8:36 PM

"How 'bout telling us a story?" Mark asked. The rest nodded their agreement. Ryan slipped an arm around Natalie's waist as she woved a story that kept the attention of his men alert.
"What is this Trojan War? You have been telling us about it in such few details," Owen asked. Natalie's beautiful sea-green eyes seemed to glow brighter.
"Oh, the Trojan War. Let's see. Paris of Troy had seduced Helen from Sparta who already had a husband and brought back to Troy. Her husband was furious. He launched a thousand ships to Troy to get back his wife. Helen was considered to be the most fairest woman on Earth. Second to Aphrodite herself. Achilles," With that, the men looked at Ryan who looked away. Natalie didn't noticed. "Achilles was the greatest warrior ever lived. He was immortal except for his ankle," His men looked at Ryan again who had broken his ankle thrice and had twisted it twice. He was even told he couldn't walk again thrice. "During the war, he fell in love with Briseis, cousin to the royal family of Troy and a priestess in the temple of Apollo. He fought and protected her from other men. When Troy was being burnt down to ashes, Briseis was almost taken advantage of but Achilles came and slayed the man. Paris came and mistook him for trying to take advantage of Briseis. He shot an arrow through Achilles ankle. As Achilles was dying, he told Briseis that he loved her. Briseis was dragged by Paris to safety as she couldn't bear to leave her beloved,"
The men were speechless.
"My parents named me Natalie Briseis Waendra because of my black hair like the real Briseis," she grinned. "And, I have always thought to find my own Achilles but I found a Hitre instead. But, I prefer this choice though,"
Owen was about to tell her Ryan's full name when Johnson came thundering down and a priest behind him. Johnson dismounted and helped the priest down. The priest wore a wide smile as he walked to the fire.
"Chilly night, isn't it?" He said and turned to Natalie. "Well, get yourself ready, young lady. The ceremony is about to begin,"
"What ceremony, Father?" Natalie asked, still confused.
"Your wedding, of course,"
Natalie went pale. Dead pale.
"My wedding! There must be some mistake!" She began to pace and shoved a hand through her hair. "It's too early!"

-an excerpt from Everlasting by Jenna Cassidy