Her wet fingers slipped from his as he watched her slip further away. The silver locket around her neck glinted in the sun through the water. The locket. It brought back memories of a simpler time. They flooded his head, as the distance between them grew greater.
The wind blew gently over the grassy plain. Sprinkled with trees and watered by a winding brook, it was a painting of which even the best artist could not recreate. Breandan hold her hand gently as he leads her to a large tree situated beside the brook. “Sit here, my love, I have something for you.” Taking the shovel, the one she was curious he brought, he began to dig at the base of the tree. Not long after, the clang of metal on metal was heard. He got on his knees and began to remove dirt with his hands. Removing a fragile metal box with a dent in the lid from a shovel, he hands it to her. Looking at him, she slowly opens the box. In it lays a somewhat soiled silver chain, attached to it, a small locket adorned with carvings of daffodils. He takes it from her hands and wraps it around her neck, delicately closing the clasp. Walking back around to see how it looked, he lowered onto one knee.
Her face begins to disappear into the darkness of the water. He knows he cannot reach her but his arms wave wildly and his hands clench for something that is not there.
Breandan walks into the sunlit bedroom quietly, not wanting to wake his new bride. The white linens reflected the light coming through the large bay window on the east side of their bedroom. Placing a fresh vase of wild daffodils on the bedside table, he takes one and begins to gently tickle her nose. She begins to squirm a bit and slowly opens her eyes. Bright blue they ignite the room. He lowers himself onto the bed and meets her smile with a gentle kiss. “Good morning Aislin, my love. The sun has greeted you this morning.” She rolls her head to look towards the window and squints in the bright light. With a moan and a nod of the head she stretches out her arms and wraps them around his neck. Pulling herself up she kisses him once more.
All is lost now. The darkness takes over. All light is gone. She was his light in the dark, and now he must go on without his beaming bride.
The salt spray of the sea lapped the pilings of the dock as Breandan lead her onto the creaking ship. The old, wooden vessel rocked as the sea waxed and waned. They planned to visit England and Scotland to announce their recent marriage to distant family members. The night sky fell quickly. Below deck, the ship creaked louder as a barrage of waves hits the side. They gripped each other tightly as the faint screams of the seamen above deck could be heard. Lightning crashed overhead as they clung to a timber. He is lost now.
Aislin’s hand begins to shake as tears came to her eyes, gently dotting her page with memories of her loss. She penned in her journal the memories that were so fresh in her memory. She knew she would not forget them, but she had to pass them on so others would know of her love, her light, her prince. Beneath the tree she digs a small hole at its base. In a small, metal box with a dent in the lid, she places her leather bound journal wrapped in a silver locket. On the outside of the journal, in black ink, reads…
Here in lies my soul,
Wrapped in a piece of my heart.
In it shines my light,
On its pages, reveals my prince.
Note: I encourage you to look up the meanings of the names. They can add a bit to the story. Sorry for all the typos before. This is a revised version.
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