Chapter One

This is a blog where I will not be blogging really. Tee hee. Blogger.com is now serving as my personal website for posting a book that I am working on. It's called Our Lady Madelynn and is about a woman named Madelynn and her life. I don't know the story behind the church but it made a good name.
Anyhew. I will cut to the chase.

Chapter One.

Madelynn sat in the tavern. She frequently did. As men churned smoke into the dark rafters she sat unmoved in the darkness. She could scarcely tell if they even knew she was there. She often avoided their notice. All eyes were on the bar maiden anyway.
Her ears perked at the sound of her name. She searched the room with black eyes until her eyes fell upon the men whispering about her. They were fat as bears and the words about her fell from rotten teeth.
She heard snatches of, "-as fine as they come." and "-most beautiful as I ever seen."
The corners of her mouth lifted slightly. She could not help herself. They were right.
She got up and walked to the bar. She withheld a laugh as she saw the men's eyes bug and tongues loll as she danced to the bar maid.
She sat down, tossing her golden hair slightly towards the man next to her. She brushed his leg with hers and then withdrew from him. Sitting further away than the polite distance. She ordered drink and sipped from the liquid, letting it slither down her throat.
She soon felt light and the men began to look less fat and rotten. For only a moment she looked in one's eyes and then she sat upright. She had almost forgotten who she was. She was not like these. She was as a deer in the midst of rams.
She drew herself up and walked from the door. She pretended not to notice the men get up and walk towards the door after her.
She walked to the side of the building where her horse was waiting. Not until she was closer did she see a man waiting on her white horse.
She stopped mid stride. She quickly composed herself.
He spoke first.
"Hello."
She stared at him with eyes as black as cold coal.
He waited a moment and then continued.
"You wouldn't be riding home alone tonight, would you?"
"Yes." she said quickly. "In fact I am always alone." She said it slightly bitterly because it was the truth. He wrinkled his brow.
"Only in person. You are frequently in great company in the thoughts of the village men." the man sniffed and pushed his hair out of his face.
She did not laugh. But she did not speak either. She did not trust her voice. She now felt as if she had to hold her guard like a curtain in front of her for it threatened to fall. She wanted to snap back in her usual way but something about the way the boy looked at her, for he was only a boy, made her stay her tongue.
"I am not frequently in your mind?" she asked.
He thought for a moment and then replied, "Yes. I might say frequently. But I am safe in saying that we were both sober and abstinent in my imagination."
Now she did laugh, but only a short cut off thing which quickly fell dead on the ground. This boy was completely slipping beneath her shield where he was far to close to be safe.
She walked towards her horse and untied him from the post where he was pegged.
"Dismount my horse. I feel I should be on my way. The moon is high."
He jumped down and before she could summon any of her charm which was now dormant his lips flew towards hers and before she knew it the boy slipped beyond the wall and was gone.
She gathered the little power she had and shot it towards the boy and it returned with one thing. His name.

Madelynn rode home on her white steed. Her presence in the forest was like a star in a dark universe.
When the cottage was in sight she parked her horse outside and walked through the front door.
The house was dark and drying lavender hung like dead birds from the window panes. She sensed a person at once and turned around.
There was a woman sitting in her chair. She was rail thin. Her face said that she was not interested in beauty but indeed she was beautiful. Her pale gray eyes looked worn at the floor.
Madelynn recognized her at once. She bowed her head a little.
"Miss Giggim. I did not know you were coming. I would have been home."
The woman looked up and as steel met coal Madelynn felt her stomach knot.
The woman spoke in her worn voice. "I ask one simple thing of you, Madelynn." she handled her name like a snake.
"I gave you everything in our kingdom but it was never enough. I let you live in this world but it was never enough. I let you touch them. I let you see and speak to these people but it was NEVER enough." Her voice cracked with her anger, like a violent whip barely contained.
"It was never enough."
The woman paused for a minute and looked at the ground.
"I don't know what you want from me. But I set rules and time after time you break them. But this time I will not relent."
The woman got out of her chair and walked towards the door. She turned on her heel.
"What was his name? Some random farm boy that was so important that you would deny your own mother?"
Madilynn would have told her that she was not her mother had she not been so afraid.
"William." she whispered.
The woman laughed. The name was so plain. "The boy is lucky. He is probably the first boy from around this wood to have kissed an angel."
And with that the woman left the house with knife in hand.