Burning Lilies Chapter 10Joan felt the cold stares pierce her back of the English men and women who have attended her court hearing. England sat in his large chair, staring down at her. He needed not to smirk, his eyes already said it. Joan sat down on the cold wooden chair, looking attentively at the Brit.
"Ms. Joan, is there anything you will like to say before I state my verdict?"
"But we didn't even have a trial! How can you pass a verdict without any evidence?"
"I have all the evidence I need. Don't play dumb. Didn't you say yourself that you were some type of prophet? Lies, I tell you. Making people believe in false hope. Isn't that one of the many sins of our world? Lies. Holy, they say? Ha, I think your spectators are only seeing a mere actress perform, but her act was too long. It's time to close the curtains. Anything you will like to say, Joan of Arc?"
Joan bowed her head and thought about his words. So much she can say if she was the sometimes hot-headed Francis, but she was just the farm girl Joan
SpainxPhili - Enough is Enough"No! I... I had enough...!"SpainxPhili - Enough is Enough5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He couldn't bear to see her like this... To see the young girl he raised with all his heart... To see the girl he loved as much as he loved Romano... To see her bleeding with her blood pouring and flowing down to the ground... to her motherland... It was all too much for the Spaniard to bear.
Her eyes were glaring at him with determination and hatred, her bolo stuck to the ground as she used it for support to stand. The Spaniard could see that for every movement she did, more wounds reopened... wounds that were already there beforehand... wounds that he inflicted upon her...
He knew that he was the reason why she was suffering so much... but why...?
Why did she hate him so much?
How did she grow to hate him like this?
When did her annoyance become hatred?
Why...? How come he never realized this...?
"Why, Filipinas...? Why do you hate me so much?!"
"Isn't it... obvious...?" She spat. "You took my land... Claimed it as your own..." S
There Was A GirlThere was a girl, maybe 3 or 4 years oldThere Was A Girl4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And she didn't understand how real this world was.
This girl lived life happily, until one day.
One day, her daddy left her
And her sister.
And her mommy.
She watched him turn his back.
And all she heard from him was
"I give up. I can't handle you crazies anymore."
Her mommy cried.
Her family cried.
Heck, that little girl cried too.
But not because he left, no.
Because she thought it was her fault.
She thought she hurt everybody.
Was it because she didn't like her daddy?
Is that why everyone was sad?
She lived life like that for awhile.
Thinking she caused pain for others.
She was quiet, scared to talk, scared to stand up for herself.
Her daddy always told her that she was better off with him in her life.
Always telling her that her mother
Who worked from 9 to 5 and came home to cook the dinner
Wasn't doing a good job.
She hated herself as a mother.
She thought she wasn't a good daughter.
A good sister.
A good friend.
Then, she realized
Burning Lilies Chapter 9The room was cold. Joan's hands weren't free, but she can feel on the tips of her fingers the hard, slimy stone of the dungeon. She had no clue where she was nor had any idea why she was here. Joan was slightly bruised, wincing as she fidgeted in her shackles. They had put her in a scraggly looking dress bearing patches and tear-stains. Yet, she herself did not cry. Joan was not to give into these kidnappers' terror, and if she did, she would have lost. Finally, a bright light shone. It was the large heavy door of the prison opening to reveal a man in a large overcoat of burgundy and purple. He bore a scruffy beard, but he was bald, and he had a menacing look on his face. He stood there, smirking with his arms crossed and staring down at the unwavering woman.Burning Lilies Chapter 95 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Who are you, monsieur?"
"Burgundy. The Kingdom of Burgundy. I'm surprised that my men didn't go as far as to cut off your arm or something. A couple of bruises is nothing compared to what they have done to previous victims. I'm h
Burning Lilies: Chapter 14Gilbert and Antonio came rushing into the grand doors of Francis's castle.Burning Lilies: Chapter 145 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey, you, shortie. Where's Franny?"
"Ah, a Mr. Bonnefoy, senor."
"Ah, it seems Monsieur Bonnefoy is...busy."
"Busy? What can that guy be doing at a time like his? I mean, he should at least be-"
Two delicate hands pushed the two men away. Maria came in between them, still in perfect condition considering the storm outside. The servant bowed quickly.
"Ah, Madame Madonna, I am so sorry for my insolence, I-"
"Hush, sweet brother. If his own best friends cannot see him at this moment, may I? They will accompany me, of course."
"Ah...yes, I suppose."
Maria was walking up the spiral stairs, Spain and Prussia right behind. A small voice was heard.
"I warn you, Madame Madonna, you will not be pleased with what you will see up there."
"No worries, I trust my Francis."
She made her way up the stairs, the two young men following behind.
They reached the Frenchman's room. There was no sounds from t
Burning Lilies Chapter 7The sun was high above the sky. Joan was sleeping upon her horse when a soldier cried, "Mademoiselle Joan! Look! It's Paris! We're home!"Burning Lilies Chapter 75 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Joan, dazed, saw the grand buildings of the city and thought 'Finally, we have arrived.' She started a trot and led the handful of soldiers that survived the battle to the city. Joan was in a great hurry. She was waiting to see his face. That fuzz on his chin, those bright blue eyes, the way his hair was wavy, but never curly. She wanted to see him so bad. Joan has been through enough, this was her just award.
They entered the city boundaries, and was welcomed by the sounds of cheers, music, and flowers thrown in every which direction. She saw the cheerful faces of not only nobles and upperclassmen, but also the villagers of small towns far and near. She stepped off the steed, and hugged every person she came across. Not only was this a joyous celebration, but Joan had the lingering burden of explaining the families of lost ones what had happened. Af
Burning Lilies Chapter 11Joan was barefoot. The sunset was indeed beautiful, probably the most beautiful she has ever seen it. However, it was hard to enjoy with the strong hands of British guards grasping her arms and the shouts of rioting English men and women. Children spit upon her, mothers threw spoiled food, and men had torches, only bringing the flame so close to her skin that it scared her. Yet, Joan's gaze was like stone, looking ahead at the pile of hay and straw. At the top of the man-made hill was a long, jaggedly cut piece of wood with a tiny platform at it's base. My tomb, Joan thought. She put her head down and said the prayers that have comforted her since childhood. The Our Father, the Lord's prayer, a couple of Hail Mary's...God, do you hear me, she thought. Can you hear my voice? Make room up there, because I think I'm coming earlier than expected.Burning Lilies Chapter 115 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As she reached the mountain of straw, she saw a smirking Arthur in very formal wear.
"Dressing for the occasion, my dear. Men, take he
Burning Lilies Chapter 2"Joan, you say?" said the pompous Bonnefoy. "You know, I am having a great deal of trying to believe you, but you are a simple peasant. Do you have proof that what you say is true?"Burning Lilies Chapter 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Again, he had gotten close to her, but this time she had no place to escape. Still, she looked him straight in the eye, not afraid of his larger demeanor. Francis, though as suave as he was with women of all ages, was astonished at her innocent beauty. What was that smell? Was it...flowers? More like...lilies...
She began to speak. "Monsieur Bonnefoy, the only proof I have is my faith in God. If you do not believe me, you can march right up to Italy and and talk to Holy Maria Herself!"
Francis never had someone speak to him in such a tone. Instead of dragging her by the hair out of his room, he was strangely attracted to her assertiveness, especially for being a woman. Still, he did not believe her story.
"Away with you. I have come to the conclusion that you are just a simple peasant trying to rise in rank
Burning Lilies Chapter 8Joan went into her loft. The large window was facing the front of her bed. Oh, how large this window is, thought Joan. The window was three feet wide, and reached all the way up to the ceiling. She left the window open, letting the cool breeze of the night sky seep in. It was as if the wind was caressing her hair, stroking it's ghostly fingers through her curls. Her locks shined in the moonlight. A full moon was in the middle of the sky. There was not a single star in sight. It was like the stars were letting the moon have the spotlight, so they left backstage and let the moon shine tonight. She went to her bed, and like every night before she went to bed, she said a prayer. A very simple prayer, like any other night. She crawled into bed, and stayed awake for awhile thinking about all those feelings. Light feelings of extreme happiness. Joan was in love for the very first time of her life, and she knew the man she loved had love for her to return. She fell asleep, thinking about theseBurning Lilies Chapter 85 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Burning Lilies Chapter 6So much blood was on the once green fields of that pasture. It was pouring, and a blur of blue and red from the uniforms of the soldiers was spread across the battlefield. Joan was still on her horse, slashing away at British soldiers trying to hit her. She stopped, and for that moment, their was silence. She blocked out the sound of screams of hate and death, the hooves of crazed horses running across, and looked up into the dark sky. All she thought about was Francis, and how she left in such a great hurry. Arthur had come earlier than expected, and she needed to prepare the troops quick. She silently said sorry to Francis, even though he was not present, and put back on her helmet to continued the battle.Burning Lilies Chapter 65 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As she fought, she said a prayer for every single person who was injured under her sword. She could not bring herself to kill, and she felt terrible just to simply stun the red-jacketed men. However, there was one man who she wanted to meet. Arthur Kirkland was somewhere