Medieval insanity

Medieval insanity

Elizabeth Belmonte

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They met by chance and fell in love with each other at first sight. They were young, rich and after the wedding were supposed to have a happy prosperous life. But because of the enemies, they were separated forever... After centuries they met again. Will they be able to recognise each other and be together?..

Chapter 1 Prologue.

He was haunted by dreams, or rather the same dream came to him every night without a break. Each time in the morning, Andrew had more and more new details, given that the dream began the same way and ended at the same moment when his soul, mind and body wanted to continue.

'A young man was running down the corridor behind a laughing girl in a long light dress, everything inside him was bubbling with anticipation, overwhelming happiness, love and tenderness. He caught up with her at the door to the room and picked her up in his arms, she trustingly took him by the neck, continuing to laugh contagious. They were barefoot, and ran down the corridor of their own house. Both of them were very happy in this dream...'

Since Katya's last birthday, she began to see this exciting and disturbing dream, that always began and ended the same way.

'The girl was running, or rather fleeing away. She could clearly feel the pursuer behind her, and her heart was pounding frantically. The stone was unpleasantly cold on her feet: she was barefoot, so as not to make too much noise she carried her shoes in her hands. Her path lay through the tangled, dark streets in the night, fortunately, the road was well known to the girl...'

Now, in this unusual state, she saw everything as if from the outside and, at the same time, she herself was this girl.

'She laughed like a madwoman at his words. Unable to stand her laughter, this arrogant man grabbed the girl by the shoulders and began to shake: "No one, do you hear, no one is allowed to taunt Jacques Colbert! My word is legitimate and final, and you, and you..."

But the girl continued to laugh in his arms. Only her hairstyle was disheveled, releasing a few curls, and the dress slipped a little from her shoulders, slightly exposing her breasts.

"A witch," a bold thought suddenly occurred to the man. "Yes, you are a witch!"'

Spring was already reigning in this countryside, and the girl was dressed in a black coat, under which could be seen dark blue jeans. The wind was always present in this area, and now it was blowing her disheveled hair. She touched her hand to the thin green scarf, which she had thoughtfully wrapped around her neck. All dreams and memories are experienced and realized. All the pain and anxiety are over. It remains only to finally say goodbye to the past and enter a new life with a pure heart. That's why she flew to this country, came to this small village, to leave the past in the past, at the very epicenter of those events.

Suddenly, a beloved voice was heard behind her, calling her by name. She turned around in disbelief and saw a tall, dark-haired man hurrying towards her at a brisk pace across a small square in front of an ancient building.

"I've finally found you. I'm not late this time!" with these words, he picked up the fragile girl and spun her on the spot. She smelled of fresh, floral perfume, through which made its way her own fragrance, such a native, so necessary to him.

"How did you know I was here? I haven't told anyone where exactly I'm staying," the girl asked, peering into her lover's face.

"I had dreams... they brought me to you, my Tejeli..."

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