'The Lost Lighthouse'
The Lost Lighthouse
“God she looks beautiful.
Doesn’t she?” I asked Kries.
Genie was walked up the aisle drawn out in the sand, in her gorgeous white wedding dress. I winked at her. Morgan was standing nervously at the altar. Lawrence was his best man. Alexis was able to convince Lawrence that Ana and 'Trudence' died in a horrible ship accident. Kries and I had decided it was best if we waited to get married so as to not shock my family. Instead we are courting. I held on tightly to his hand, which was interwoven through my arm.
“Do you, Genine Jostany, take Morgan Thyne to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, till death you two part?”
She blushed, “I do.”
“And do you Morgan Thyne, take Genine Jostany to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, till death you two part?”
“I do.”
He smiled at her.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride.”
She jumped on him,
with a great passionate kiss that shocked everyone in the audience. I started laughing, and then cheering. Everybody stood up and gave a round of applause. The rest of the afternoon was delightful, as an exquisite reception fit for royalty took place.
I still had my room at home, but I had decided that I would rather sleep at Kries’s so Chloe gave me the room I had staid in, her daughter’s room that was no longer used, though I never slept in it. What could I say? Kries’s bed was way bigger, and more comfortable. One night, we decided to take a walk along the beach. As we got colder, a plan was created.
“Let’s stop here and I’ll make a fire.”
Kries bent down and started gathering driftwood.
“Kries? There’s something I haven’t told you.”
I sat down on the log
holding my hands.
“What is it?” He looked up. “Don’t be so melodramatic honey, just tell me.”
“I was pregnant. I had your baby inside me, and Dumitro…”
I started crying.
Kries slightly shocked, sat still for a moment. Then, gaining composure, sat next to me, and hugged me.
“I would not expect anything else from Dumitro. We will have kids when we do. Do not let Dumitro’s actions hinder the rest of our lives together.”
With that he lit the fire,
and played me a song to help me relax. I lied down by the fire in the sand, and watched the stars while I listened. I watched my soul shoot to the stars in a cloud of romance, and pain all in one. Then I thought of something, and sat up.
“Can you do a song that will bring rain?”
I giggled.
“If you want me to, yeah.”
He smiled.
I lied back down, and listened. This song was considerably different then the first. It made me think of the desert, and the pain that comes with that kind of dryness. I felt like I could feel the pain of a drought. I could smell the green trees covered in moss. Then I could smell rain, which I thought was the song, until I heard thunder. I opened my eyes, not evening realizing that I had shut them, as I felt raindrops pouring on my body. I started laughing. I got up and spun around holding out my arms. It was warm rain. I stopped and looked at Kries. He was so beautiful, even more so wet. He pulled off his shirt, and threw it on the log. Then he grabbed my hands and we danced in circles in the rain.
He grabbed me in a hug and swung me around.
Alexis and Chloe were watching us from their porch. They clung to each other the way we did.
“I am so proud of Clara.”
Alex kissed Chloe’s hand.
“Yes, that child... whether she knows I know or not... is the bravest young lady we know.”
She smiled at her grandson’s fiance.
“You know... that was us once upon a times. Look how wonderful things have turned out. I have great confidence in my hope for them.”
“So do I, my love, so do I…” Chloe patted his arm, and they continued to swing on their porch.
Dumitro ran to attack Kries;
infuriated that Clara had been able to do this. Suddenly, he fell into the snow. Surprised he looked up, his entire clan was there but they were no longer in the church. They were surrounded by snow, not a living thing around. Dumitro turned to his clan. He pointed at Nicholae.
“Nicholae, lead a party to the west to scout how far wide this land is. Then report back to me.”
“Yes sir.”
“Vasile, to the east.”
“Yes sir.”
They dispersed evenly, searching for an end to the wasteland they now found themselves in.
“Nothing leads an escape like vengeance. Beast! Kries Hatfield, this is not the last you have seen of me!” He screamed into the vast blizzard around him.