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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2011 8:32:46 GMT -5
So, this is a story avalonangel, peri38, Pam, and I thought up and put together. ;D
This is just the first part, and now, let us welcome Emmet to our stories!
Sam sang. Ever since she was born, she sang. Songs were constantly playing in her head. She lived with her parents and 7 brothers and sisters in a small house in the woods. Since Sam was the oldest, she often helped her mother take care of her younger siblings by singing and dancing with them. She was a joy to all around her.
One day, as Sam wandered around the forest she had always called home, she couldn't resist letting a song pour from her lips as she sang to the endless trees. She kept getting higher, and higher, fuller and fuller until... She squeaked. Sam had never squeaked a day in her life. Could it be she had found her limit?
Emmet was sitting in the woods, reading a book when he heard the beautiful song. Looking around, he wondered where it came from. He stood up and decided to follow the siren's call, amazed as the singer got higher and higher. As he moved closer, he saw the young woman standing in the clearing. He stood quietly and listened, amazed at her lovely voice, and then....the squeak.
Emmet cringed as Sam covered her mouth in shock. That couldn't have come from her, could it? She suddenly didn't feel much like singing anymore. So, disappointed in herself, she dropped her arms, and began to sulk back towards her house, when...
"Wait!!" Emmet stepped out from behind a tree. "Please! I love your voice....could you sing more?" Sam blushed furiously. Never had anyone outside of her family heard her sing. She turned and ran, embarrassed that the stranger had heard her sing...and heard the squeak.
"Come back!" He cried, taking off after her, but this girl knew the forest, and knew every turn to take. After a while of running, Emmet had gotten hopelessly lost in the maze of trees. With sigh, he turned around and tried to find his way back to the town he was staying at with his bosom companions.
Unfortunately...poor Emmet became hopelessly lost. Every tree looked the same; every rock similar to the last. Finally he sat down on a rock to think. He was very scared and as a wee lad, whenever he was upset...he began to sing. So Emmet opened his mouth and began to sing. He sang his heart out...loud and strong. He could feel his heart settle down and his nerves calm. Now Sam heard the man's song just as she was nearing her home. She turned and searched the forest....
Sam scurried around, using her ear to track the voice she had heard. Finally, she realized she was drawing close. She began to tread lightly, making sure she made no noise, and finally, she poked her head out from behind a massive tree and spotted the same man who had spotted her before. She held back a squeal, and retreated behind the tree once more, but didn't leave. She wanted to listen.
She was dismayed and confused. She was especially embarrassed. Here she was singing and then the squeak....And this handsome young man hears her at her worst. And he has the voice of an angel; so strong and pure...and male. Sam sighed, it was. just as well she wasn't able to sing so high, for even the birds couldn't, and so she didn't feel so bad about it. Resuming her song, minus the squeak, she kept along the moss covered, tree lined path. Rounding the tree that had until that moment sheltered her, she stood there waiting for the young man to notice her.
He was sitting along the side of the path on a large rock with a flattish top. It was about waist high and perfect for sitting. She should know as she came there often when her mother didn't need her. She would sit there and sing with the ...birds and daydream.
The young man looked down at her, his eyes belying the fact that she had startled him. "Hello, Milady," he said as he bowed to her from the waist. It was very well done considering the fact that he was still seated. "My name is Emmet. And yours would be beauty, for that is what you are."
Sam blushed, then remembered her manners. She curtsied, then said, "My name is Sam, and you are too kind with your flattering words. What brings you to these parts of the woods? I have never seen you in the village before. Are you new here, or simply visiting a relative? "Oh dear me! I am so sorry. I did not mean to pry. Your business is your own. Forgive me Milord." Sam curtsied again in apology. "And do please forgive me for running away like that. I was embarrassed that you might have heard my poor attempt at singing."
"My dear...I but followed your lovely voice." Emmet replied. Sam smiled shyly for she had never had such a handsome man notice her songs before. "But the squeak...that awful squeak..." She blushed again. Emmet smiled at the lovely girl. "I...t was only a small squeak...even a violin squeaks now and then. Now then...I am afraid I am lost." Emmet said. "Would you direct me to the village, milady?"
"Yes...yes of course." Sam agreed, despite the fact that she wanted him to stay. She began to lead him through the woods, until his hand caught hers. When it did, her face erupted in a fiery blush, which made her hurry faster. Finally, the...y reached the brink of the woods. "Goodbye!" She cried, pulling her hand from his and scurrying back into the underbrush. "Wait!" He cried for the second time, but she was gone. He shrugged, and walked dejectedly into the village to find his minstrel friends.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2011 19:41:27 GMT -5
When he arrived at the inn where his friends and he were staying, they were clapping each other on the backs while the one did a grand little jig. One of them looked up and saw him and called to the tavern wench to bring over another mug of... ale. Seeing the dejected look on his friends' face, Keith asked, "What's wrong, man? You look like you found an angel only to realize it was a fairy playing tricks on you."
"Keith...I believe I did!! She has the face of an angel and the voice of an angel. I think I might be in love!" Emmet admitted. All of his friends started laughing, because they thought he was joking, but the look on Emmet's face soon ...told them that he was serious. "So...who is this angel?" Damian asked. "I found her in the forest...she was singing." Emmet told them. "Are you sure it wasn't a fairy? You know how they can play tricks." Ryan said. Emmet shook his head. No...his lovely angel was real and he had to find her. So the friends began to make a plan...
To go back into the forest and listen until they found this girl once more... "Then hit her over the head with a brick!" Damian called. Emmet broke from his reverie. "Uh...why?!" "To prove to ya this girl can't exist." Keith said. "Emmet...she can't." "But she does!" Emmet cried. "I know it! We'll go tomorrow, and I'll prove it to you!"
Meanwhile, Sam had returned home to the lovely chaos that was her family. "Sam, dear, I'm running low on flour and salt. I will need you to run into the village tomorrow and buy me some. I would ask your father, but he'll be busy with the ...corn and squash fields for the next few weeks." "Alright mother. How much of each would you like me to buy?" "Our usual amount, I fear. It would last longer and be less a worry for me. Why don't you take old Aidan out. He can carry you and the supplies. And I'm sure the exercise will do him a world of good." Sam loved this idea. Aidan was her favorite out of the 4 farm horses.
The following morning, after saddling her horse, she set him on the path to the village. At the same time, Emmet and his friends were setting out to explore the woods and search for Emmet's mysterious angel. The men came to a fork in the road. Emmet didn't want to admit to having gotten lost in the woods just yesterday. Nor did he want to admit that he wasn't paying attention to the way she had led them back because all his attention was on her. "So...Which way do we go to find your angel?" Ryan, the defiant bad boy of the group asked. Wherever he went, there was always at least one lass who would simply trip over her own feet to do as he bid. Unfortunately for them, Ryan wasn't interested. It seemed his heart was meant for only one, and he simply hadn't found her yet.
Emmet was similar enough to Ryan in those regards that they got along the best of them all. This was why he understood Ryan's seeming skepticism. But the other lads didn't believe him either. Frustrated, he said, "Right. We go right."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2011 21:45:57 GMT -5
Not long after the lads had turned off to the right, then Sam rode her old bay along the left hand fork. The birds flitted among the sunbeams dappling the forest around her. They made her smile with their singing and playfulness. Finally she made it to the village.
Many of the villagers greeted her as Aiden made his slow way toward the merchantile. Sam slid off the horse and ran her hand down his warm neck...patting him gently. She tied the reins to a post in front and stepped inside to purchase her... list of supplies. After smiling her thanks to Mr. McGee, she climbed back on her faithful steed and headed back home. Meanwhile...the lads were still in the woods. "See!!! There are no angels in this forest!" Keith complained. "How about we give it up to imagination...and go for a pint!" "But she was here! I swear!" Emmet told them. "Never mind boyo!" Ryan slapped his back. "I'm sure you think you saw an angel." On the way back to town, the passed the y in the road...just as Sam had passed it...ten minutes before.
"Do I dare?" Sam thought as she rode up the road. "I can hit it...I can!" Without anymore delay, she opened her mouth once more, and let the melody wash over her. "Wait..." Farther down the path, Emmet paused. "Do you hear that?" "Hear what...?" Ryan asked, as not a sound passed his ears. "That voice...that voice! It's her!" Emmet kicked the horse into a about position, and galloped down the way. "Are ya crazy?!" Keith yelled after him. "Come on!" Emmet demanded, his horse not slowing for anyone but his angel.
The others looked at each other for a moment, but then the spirit of adventure overcame their hesitation. They wheeled their mounts around and took off after their friend. Sam was oblivious to the hunt taking place. She had no idea she was the quarry of a love struck young man. Aiden ambled along. reaching out and grabbing a mouthful of grass along the way. When Sam didn't stop him, he slowed down more, enjoying the breeze lightly blowing in his face. Sam trilled and whistled for the enjoyment of the birds, and laughed when Aiden flicked his ears back to catch a particular note. Then she resumed he singing. She had stopped just short of where she had squeaked, having lost confidence, but she drew in a deep breath and started going through the notes, working her way to her highest.
She was so engrossed in her singing that she didn’t hear the hoofbeats pounding on the turf behind her. Aiden sensed the other horse, a chestnut gelding, and he neighed loudly in greeting. The other horse, and his rider came into view around the corner, startling Sam out of her song, and causing her to squeal. "It's you! I've searched for you all day. And again it was your beautiful voice that called me to you, like a siren calls to sailors." "You better hope not, or else you'll soon find yourself drowned at the bottom of the sea. I doubt you'd like that" Sam replied tartly. Checking that her provisions were all there and still secure, she gathered the reins and kicked Aiden lightly in the flanks to get him moving again.
Not deterred, Emmet followed alongside her. "Tell me your name, sweet angel." "I do not know you, sir. Why do you wish to become so familiar?" Sam then heard other riders coming up behind her. Emmets' friends came upon them, and halted their mounts. Emmets' angel was real, and not a one of them could speak for a moment. Then they rode forward and flanked the duo, causing Aiden to halt once more. "What is happening?! What do you people want? Do you want money? I don’t have much on me but you are welcome to it. Just let me and mine pass without harm. Please?" "Wait! You think we...? We mean you no harm miss. I vow to you this is truth." Keith bowed to her. Seeing that she was distressed and getting an inkling as to why.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2011 15:24:16 GMT -5
All the friends dismounted from their horses. Each bowed in front of the lovely young woman and introduced themselves. "How do you do. I am Damian the Young." Damian pronounced. "Fair maiden...I am called Ryan of The Moy." Ryan bowed. "Don...'t be alarmed. I am Keith the Fair." Keith bowed before her. "I am called Neil of Dublin." Neil bowed also. Finally the leader of the men stepped forward. He was a fine looking bald older man, with a kind smile. "We don't mean ta scare ya lass....my name is George, the Scot. It seems ya made a fair impression on our young lad, Emmet here. He believes ya to be an angel. Are ye an angel then?" George asked her. "Me? An angel? Nae...I'm just a lass who needs to get home before me mam comes looking for me." Sam answered. "But...I would like you to sing for them." Emmet asked her. "Can you sing for my friends?" "Nae!" Sam blushed. "I must be home now!"
Sam kicked her horse and it took off toward home, leaving the lads behind. "Well lad...it seems you were right. She is an angel." Ryan watched the lovely woman ride away. "Just wait until you hear her sing!" Emmet watched to. He was beginning to form a plan. A contest!!!! They would have a singing contest!!! Surely she couldn't resist coming to the contest.
--The Next Day-- "Lad..." George warned. "You go back in there, who knows if you'll be able to get back out again." "I gotta let her know about the contest though!" Emmet declared. "Be careful." Ryan told him. Without a second glance, Emmet ...wandered back in the forest, his ear keen for listening...but no music escaped the glade. "Angel?" He called. "I need to see you!" When he had no response, he drive the flier he had made, specifically for her, about the concert, into a tree. "There old fellow," He patted the rough bark. "You'll make sure she gets it." The tree made no reply, but then, trees seldom do. "Now..." Emmet clapped his hands together. "To find the exit..." he mused.
Morning came with a soft warm breeze that Sam enjoyed while she hung out the newly washed clothes. She loved to hide in the sheets and pretend she was in another world. The smell of the newly washed sheets and the sun warming them always ...gave her a feeling of peace. But today she didn't have time to indulge in daydreams. Today her mother woke up not feeling well and clothes needed washing, dishes needed cleaning and a million other things need her attention. Sighing she turned to go back into the house to finish her chores. As she turned she caught a flash of light out of the corner of her eye. What could that be she wondered? Sighing again she walked into the house and started her day of chores and cooking. Meanwhile hiding behind a clump of daisies the dancing fairy watched as Sam walked back into the house. Now how is she to see the piece of human paper tacked to the tree if she was cooped up in the house all day she wondered. Suddenly a smile flashed across the fairies face as an idea came to her. Dancing and flitting, as fairies do when they are excited, she made her way to the tree.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2011 17:50:34 GMT -5
Dusk was here. The day had flown by for Sam. After getting all of her chores done and getting a pot of stew on the fire for dinner, she headed outside for a quick break and to take the dried w...ash off the line. She loved the fresh outdoor smell of the clothes as she took them down. She started to sing as she moved down the line, setting the clean clothes in the basket. Reaching up to unhook a sheet, she felt an unfamiliar crackle. What was this? There was a piece of paper hooked to the sheet. She took the paper down and read it. A contest??? A singing contest??? Down at the bottom of the paper was a small note. It read.
"Hello Lady Angel. I hope you can enter your beautiful voice to the singing contest. There will be a small monetary prize for the winner and also I will sing a duet with anyone that wins. We all look forward to hearing you sing again. Sincerely, Emmet
Sam quickly scanned the note again. Three days....three days until the contest. Can she dare enter it? Her family could certainly use the prize money and to sing a duet with Emmet would be a dream. Folding the note neatly, Sam stuffed it in her pocket to read later and finished taking down the clean clothes; thoughts of the singing contest filled her mind.
Emmet could scarce keep his thoughts inside his head. He might hear this angel once more. He tried to recall the memory of her sweet tone, and as beautiful as it sounded in his head, he knew it was nothing compared to the real thing. "Calm down Lover Boy." Ryan scolded him. "Don't get yourself too attached to this fairy." "I fear it is too late," He replied. "I have to hear her again." "You don't even know if she'll come!" Ryan cried. "She has to! Surely if I feel this way, she must as well. It would be a cruel God otherwise."
Sam spent the next 3 days cooking, cleaning and taking care of her brothers and sisters. Every morning when she awoke, she would take out the flyer that announced the contest and read the message from Emmet at the bottom. Could she do it?... Could she actually win the contest or would the people boo her off the stage?
The third morning soon arrived. The morning of the contest. Once again, Sam opened her eyes to the new day, got out of bed, and picked up the flyer. It was decision time. Yes or no....oh how she wanted to sing in the contest. She washed and dressed, then headed to the kitchen to help her mother with breakfast. Her mother was finally up and feeling better, yet not quite completely well. Sam thought her mother was one of the most wonderful people in the world, so she decided to get her opinion.
"Mother, do you think I can sing?" she asked. "Sam, you have the most beautiful voice I have ever heard." her mother replied. "Well, there is a singing contest in the village today. There is a monetary prize. Do you think I could win?" Sam asked. "Sam!!! You must go!! Of course you could win!!" her mother announced. "But what if I fail!!! What if I squeak or am booed." Sam asked. "Sam...we all have to take chances. Sometimes chances work out and sometimes they do not. Every time you take a chance, you learn and grow. So go into the village, enter the contest, and take a chance. You may find your dream today." Her mother hugged her tightly. "Okay....I will put on my prettiest dress and go right away." "Oh no....we are ALL going to go...to cheer for our girl!" Her mother pronounced.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2011 21:21:58 GMT -5
Her mother tittered away, combing Sam's hair, picking her dress and making her look her best. Once she was finished, Sam turned to her. "Do I...do I look nice?" She asked. Her mother smiled. "Dearest...you look like an angel." The woman paddled over and embraced her. And while Sam's thoughts should have been on the family moment at hand, a blush crept onto her face, as her mother's comment made her think of what Emmet had called her. Lady Angel. Once all preparations were done, Sam snatched the cloak that hung on the hook by the door and put it on. "But my dear," Her mother cried. "No one will be able to see your face!" "And they won't." Sam told her. "Not until I am safely on stage." Much as Emmet was crossing her thoughts, she didn't want him running up to her with her mother watched on.
She wasn't here! Emmet searched the crowd closely, looking for a certain angel, but he saw no sign of her. Disappointment overwhelmed him as he carefully searched the crowd. Ryan and Damian came up behind him, slapping him on the back. "W...ell old boy, looks like the fish didn't take the bait." Ryan quipped. "Yeah, maybe she couldn't make it....maybe she was afraid...maybe she just wasn't interested." Damian said. "I was so sure!!" Emmet said, keeping an eye on the growing crowd. It looked like everyone in the neighboring 3 counties showed up for the contest. "One thing you can say for the Irish, they love music. At least 30 people have signed up to sing. Some have brought instruments." George and Keith joined the three. "Maybe we could find some new talent to join our show." Emmet saw a group of people approach the table. It seemed a mother, father and a group of their children were going to sign up for the contest. There seemed to be quite a large group of children too. The oldest was hidden under a cloak. Perhaps she was disfigured...poor child. They must really need the money. Emmet thought to clap extra loud for the group when it was their turn.
"What do you think is wrong with her?" Damian asked loudly. "Damian!" Ryan and Emmet both scolded. "What? You're al thinking it, I'm just saying it..." He trailed off as both glared at him. "Sorry..." He muttered. Soon, the singers were es...corted onto the stage, Emmet watched on, not too interested, his angel hadn't come, why should he listen? After a while of moping, the girl in the cloak approached the stage. Emmet sighed and turned to Damian. "One remark about how she looks..." He warned. Damian scowled and looked to the stage with Emmet still chastising him. Suddenly his jaw dropped. "Damian!" Emmet cried, smacking the boys arm to keep him from being rude. "Stop that!" "No!" Damian cried as he turned Emmet. "Look!" Emmet whirled around and saw the cloak fall to the floor, pooling around the girl ankles. She had a fiery blush across her face, and her dark ringlets were disheveled, and Emmet was sure she was perfection. His angel. --
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2011 21:29:17 GMT -5
She turned and smoothed the folds of her dress self consciously. “I, um…” Her blush grew hotter. Emmet’s eyes went wide. His angel was there in front of him. He pushed his way through the crowd to the stage, only to have his way blocked by the excited townsfolk. “Sing!” One cried, discarding his food onto the stage. Emmet glared at him as he caused everyone else in the crowd to participate in the boos and demands. Sam’s lip quivered, and Emmet feared this meant it was the last she would sing, but she swallowed her fear and opened her mouth… “Who knows when love begins…” She started in a shaky voice, the crowd still hooting. “Who knows what makes it start…” She sighed out her fear, breathing on a breath of courage, and the crowd began to settle. “One day it’s simply there…” She scanned the audience and spotted Emmet, a wide grin making its way across her face. “Alive inside your heart.” The crowd was silent as she continued, her voice climbing to notes they had never experienced, trilling up as her voice twirled and twisted through the tune. Soon, she started to climb the scale, confidently bringing her voice higher and higher, her head back and red lips open as they gushed out their melody. As the crowd stood, dumbfounded, Emmet pushed his way forward and onto the stage. “Love brings you pleasure,” He sang, making Sam jump. “And love brings you pain,” he smiled warmly as he came up next to her. “And yet with both are gone…” He brushed back the hair that had fallen onto her forehead. “Love will still…remain…” She melted under his touch. “Once it has spoken…” Both continued together, their voices melding together, sending a shocked gasp through the audience. One woman had tears that began to run down her face at the sound. Surely these were angels who had been sent to them. “Love is yours…” She turned towards him, now singing to him, not to the audience. “Love never dies!” She got louder, and Emmet softened, his voice twining gently ‘round hers. “Love never alters…” Emmet grinned and took a step back, turning her to the audience once more, and comforting hand on her back. She glanced at him nervously, worry filling her features, he nodded his encouragement. Sam took a deep breath… “Hearts may get broken!” Her voice soared through the summer air, cutting deep into the sky. That had been her note. The note she had faltered on when she had met Emmet. And it had sounded perfect. “Love endures…” She quieted, a huge smile spreading across her face as Emmet came up and held her hand. His smile could have lit the heavens. “Love…” They sang together once more, both soft as they stared into each other eyes. No more smiles, but something more serious lay between them now. “Lives…” Emmet drew Sam close to him, both of them closing their eyes. “On…” They finished a song with a kiss. “Woo-hoo!” A fairy hollered from behind the crowd, clapping its small hands together. Another joined beside it, cheering on their beloved Sam, the girl they had listened and couched all her life. One more fails held its head particularly high. She had been the one to bring the flyer to Sam. She had brought them together. The audience went wild, the applause making Sam’s blush become even worse. She lowered herself to bow, Emmet at her side. “You know…” He whispered as both their heads were down. “I still don’t know your name.” “It’s Sam.” She giggled. “Sam…” He helped her rise. “A perfect name for an angel.” He drew her close once more, and kissed her again for the world, including the fairies, to see. THE END This is the song Sam sang: www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLnbDnHm0ug&feature=related
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