Warjournal: Mini Dilemas Two
Scenario 2: Female
Taking the new lovely black frilly dress from within the neatly wrapped box on your bed, you gently press it against your heart with a warm smile as you close your eyes. Thinking of the person whom give you the dress you slowly walk away from the bed and towards the windows, slowly opening them to let the gentle breeze of the night flow into the room. With a soft sigh you place your hand against your heart and whisper out to him knowingly he wouldn't be able to hear you, but none the less a thought that's needed to be said from your heart. "Whomever and where ever you are my dear, thank you for such a lovely dress. For I'm simply overwhelmed by such a gift such as this." After lingering by the window for a brief moment as though expecting an answer, you then run over to the mirror to admire and imagine yourself in the dress as it loosely hangs over your body. "It's so perfect... I wonder how this person was able to know my measurements", you softly said to yourself with a blush as a thought quickly crossed your mind. "Could it be that he has been gazing at me from afar on my many trips to the garden? Or perhaps he has asked of me from my family... Oh I do so hope he's someone I've known or at least have seen. How will I recognize this person I wonder." You then turn back to flop onto the bed, sprawling your arms wide out as you land with the dress still loosely on top of you. As you land onto the bed a white piece of paper flies into the air and lands on top of the dress just slightly under your neck.
Propping up your elbows, you slowly rise up into a comfortable sitting position and caught the letter as it fell from your chest and into your lap. With a tip of your head to the right and wondering what it could be, you curiously and anxiously unfold the neat paper with haste looking at a ticket invitation within the letter. In the process of doing so you softly curse as your right forefinger brushes against the right side of the paper, leaving a red line against your peach colored skin a fresh paper cut. Shaking your head and softly muttering words of idiocy as you bring your forefinger against your lips, you look at the letter and slowly read to yourself as with each word your heart quickens a beat.
Dear Lady Gwen,
How each night I've thought of you since the last time I was able to set my eyes upon a beauty beyond words of which I'll never forget. How I've long to approach you, but alas with my fear of when I've finally gain enough to face you, you'd only flee from my grasp. Thus I've waited with a few words upon this letter, a gift and the treasure of gazing from afar when the time permits. I hope that I've not already scared you off before we're able to meet. There will be a formal dance not so far away from where you live my lady, as I'll provide the carriage for you to arrive to where the destination is. I do so hope you'll be able to come dressed in the gift that I've given to you and to have the honor of the first dance with me tomorrow night before the entire crowd. You'll recognize me from the crowd in a black cape with a red interior, as well as a red rose in my right chest pocket. If all fails and the attire are alike for everyone there, look for an emerald serpent ring on my right hand. I'll be anxiously waiting for you to arrive my lady, please don't be late and remember to bring the invitation that I've included. The carriage will arrive at your front door at 8pm and the dance will start at 9:30pm Friday night. Until we meet my lady, get plenty of sleep and sweet dreams.
Yours Truly, Your Secret Admirer
Carefully folding the paper and setting it aside, you place the black frilly dress up against the closet and with a smile you softly say to yourself. "What a shy person my admirer is, though cliche in asking me to attend a dance. I find myself quite happy and willing to go just to see whom this mysterious person that seemingly has his eyes and heart set on me is. Guess I'll see when tomorrow night comes around." You clean up the bed and settle yourself in for the night wishing the day to pass by all to quickly, eagerly awaiting to meet the person you think might just be him. The one that will change everything and anything that you are.
The next day passes by pretty quick as you go about your daily chores and gardening in the afternoon. As 7pm quickly approaches you're already showered and ready to go get dressed in the lovely black frilly dress that was given to you by this mysterious person. Taking a seat on the chair before the mirror you carefully apply the necessary minimum makeup that is needed. Starting with a bit of skin cream and ending it with a stick of lipstick as you pucker up your lips gently apply the crimson red lipstick upon them. Looking up at the clock you then notice how time certainly passes while doing makeup for its five minutes to 8pm. Checking again before the mirror you softly laugh at the notion that such an option is opened before your eyes, for never in your life were you ever so giddy at the thought of attending a formal dance. Looking yourself over one last time before the mirror, you then pick up the letter and the invitation off of the desk as you hear the doorbell ring downstairs. You happily look out the open windows to confirm of the carriage before dashing down the stairs telling your parents you'll be out for the night for a dance. After your parent's warm embrace and complimenting on how lovely you look in the dress, you open the door and in you go into the carriage. "Is this carriage to the formal dance that's not too far away from here kind sir?" The man in front turns around and smiles with a nod, "Yes my lady, milord has personally sent me to pick you up for this evening's dance. I do hope you've brought everything that you'll need for tonight. Milord is assuming you'll be staying the night as well." With a blush you quickly cover up your cheeks and shake your head. "I wasn't informed that I'd be staying over after the dance, but I'll quickly bring along a change of clothes if you'll just wait out here for a moment." You quickly unlock your door and run upstairs to pack a change of clothing for one night and for safety you bring along your inferno apprentice sorceress ring. Slipping the ring onto your finger and making sure everything is packed, you grab the suitcase and once again rush down the stairs and into the carriage with glee. "Okay I'm now ready to go kind sir, let us be off. For I don't want to keep your lord waiting nor would I want to be late for my first dance." The man heartily chuckles and nods as he starts the carriage off to the formal dance hall which should be close by but after forty five minutes later and still the carriage has yet to stop you look at your watch to see that the time is now 8:45pm. "What is the occasion for this dance would you know kind sir?" The man softly chuckles and says, "I'm not too informed on the occasion, but milord holds these kind of dances once every month I'd say." You softly giggle and embarrassingly you reply, "Really? I've lived here for a long time, how can it be that I've not heard of them until this day?" The man replies, "Perhaps milord has finally wanted to meet the lady that he so speaks of so fondly." You softly gasp and shake your head with a soft reply. "He speaks of me? Yet I know nothing of him..." The man smiles and laugh, "I think I've said too much already my lady and here we are, hope you have a fun time tonight at the dance and your luggage will be at your room when you reach the castle." The carriage door opens and you step out looking first at the watch, which is 8:50pm then catching your breath you look up at the huge castle before you. "Holy mother of god... Where am I? Where do I begin to even start going?"
With a bow to the man in thanking him for the ride you slowly approach the main drawbridge just as two knights gallop out before you. The two knights stop and dismount to kneel before you as they speak, "Lady Gwen if it's you please present your invitation, before we take you to see our lord for tonight's dance." Shaking nervously and with a smile you present your invitation to the knights. "Your lord is expecting me? I thought I was just another regular attendee for this event?" One of the knights shakes his head and replies, "Milord has spoken a lot of you, please quickly mount the horse and we'll be off." The knights mount their horses and the one that spoke to you offers his hands for you. Taking his hand you hop onto the horse and off you go, into the courtyard where a red carpet is leading into the castle. The knight speaks and lets you off handling your invitation back to you, "This is the farthest we can take you Lady Gwen. Have a pleasant night at the dance." Hopping off the horse with a smile you reply taking the invitation from the knight, "Thank you for the escort, I'm sure to have a pleasant time here."
The knights turn around and gallop off leaving you to finding the way inside to where the dance will be. Thankfully with time to spare you and a lot of lights to the left of you, it is decided that you'll go that way and luck be with you as you open the two large glass doors into a spacious garden where the dance is being held. Looking around in hopes of spotting your secret admirer without wasting too much time, you quickly scan the crowd but to no avail as the letter have mentioned. With a sickening feeling you definitely notice that the whole crowd is dressed alike, from the black capes with red interiors to the red roses in each of their right chest pockets. "My shy secret admirer definitely knew what was popular to wear for this kind of dance I guess." With a sigh you continue to look for him in remembering he mentioned if all fails look for an emerald serpent ring on his right hand. Looking at your watch, you now notice it's five minutes in which the dance officially starts. That you were to be his first one for the dance when it starts, looking frantically now and still not quite finding him you nervously look to your watch again to notice that time seems to have moved faster for it's now two minutes till the dance starts.
Looking ahead you seemingly find yourself away from the crowd as though your search as finally come to an end as another sicken feeling enters your heart. Suddenly you hear a voice, a voice you must have heard numerous times in the air. A soft gentle caressing voice calls out from the other end of the crowd your name, "Lady Gwen! I'm so glad you've arrived safely in the carriage that I've sent for you. The dress I got for you looks stunning and lovely against the shining moonlight that reflects off of your eyes. I'm so glad you're able to make it tonight my lady." You turn your head as though you heard mistakenly what was being said as you watch another female embrace a male who just called out your name. Blinking back tears, you bring yourself to gaze in the direction at the female and then at yourself as you notice that the both of you are wearing the same black frilly ebony dress that shines even in pitch darkness. The black shiny scales on your dress before your neck glimmering in the moonlight. You continue to watch the male, now showing her his right hand in which an emerald serpent ring shines is clearly seen. The female looks up to him and replies with her words definitely audible as though she wants everyone in the vicinity to hear. "Yes, for I've received your letter in which you wrote to me gazing from afar. How my heart was moved by your words and here I am as you've asked of me to come to your dance milord. It was hard finding you in the crowd with everyone dressed up much like yourself, but in the end I've found you and all I needed was what you exactly told me to look for." The male nods and lowers his lips onto hers as she held onto him all the while as the two kissed deeply in front of the crowd before the dance officially started.
A:) You stand there confused, trying to figure out why your secret admirer isn't rejecting the female in his arms dancing away. You constantly tell yourself over and over for certain that you're "Lady Gwen" and that whomever that is with him now is not you and it should be you. With that thought in your mind with confidence and strength surging through your body, you push through the crowd and step before the two interrupting the dance with sheer determination to proclaim whom you are. "I am Lady Gwen milord, the lady before you is either someone who wants to ruin our destiny of meeting. Or is a demon that has taken the form of what I look to claim that she is Lady Gwen." The entire crowd gasps and points with murmurs as they see two identical females in the same dress. The male looks to you now quite confused and softly asks. "The lady before me has presented the letter and invitation that I only wrote once. What claims do you have that you are really Lady Gwen?" With a sigh you take out the invitation and the letter that you've received with the dress to the male. The male looks it over and nods, "This is definitely my handwriting and my personal invitation that you've received. What sort of sorcery am I dealing with here? There can't be two Lady Gwens, nor have I bought two black frilly dresses." The female in the male's arms snickers and softly speaks, "Milord I'm more than sure you only bought one black frilly dress for one Lady Gwen. So why am I now seeing another person claim as me milord?" You look and glare at your other self and wonder what magic is in the works as well before boldly replying. "How do we know, not that I doubt the male on buying and sending one black frilly dress to one Lady Gwen? After all someone could of easily duplicated the necessary methods and sent it. The more important point of the matter is why do I see another person claiming themselves as me?" The female in front of the male lets go of him and turns to face you as though in challenge. "So you're saying that you are the real Lady Gwen? What am I?" You look at your other self with a nod then replies, "I don't know whom you are, what your purpose is for and I'm definitely certain you aren't who you claim you are to be." The male looks from you to the other female that claims to be Lady Gwen and softly sighs. "You know ladies, I'm not a picky person. Especially when it comes to having two females that both claim to be Lady Gwen and wishes to be with me." The female next to the male shakes her head and speaks more seemingly to herself than to the male. "I wouldn't give my love to just anyone that claims to be your beloved Lady Gwen, I'd find out who the other Lady Gwen is that's impersonating me. After all milord that other person can be anyone who just claims to be whom she wishes. What is your way of telling whom is whom milord?" The male nods approvingly and looks to you as though you have a way to really prove who you say you are. "Well... since I don't know which of the two of you are Lady Gwen, I guess I must call for my priestess to make sure if either of you two are demons or perhaps something much worse." You shake your head at the notion and in a way feel insulted to be called a demon, after all you are a first class fire sorceress. Looking at your other self you take note that she shivers a bit and taking the initiative you call out. "Milord what a splendid idea... that way we're sure to see who's the real Lady Gwen." The female glares at you and holds onto the male with a quick reply, "What are you trying to do? Bluff your way out of this one demon?! I'm the real Lady Gwen, don't you dare mock me!" With that the female unsheathes the sword and points it at you. The male takes his sword out as well and places it before the female keeping her from charging at you. "I'll do what is needed and will decide whom is whom ladies. Violence especially between females is definitely not acceptable, please put your sword away. Guards send forth my priestess please... the dance will be cancelled for now." The female nods and re-sheathes her sword and looks to you still daring you to do something. Looking up to the male she softly speaks to him. "Milord don't you remember anything besides our appearances as to whom we are? Certainly you know I'm the real Lady Gwen..." The male shakes as head and softly replies. "I've only watched Lady Gwen from afar and you two look exactly alike. I've never met her in person as the letter states, for the fear of scaring her away." The priestess finally arrives and at first she looks to you and then over to the female before looking to the male. She then closes her eyes as though in a trance as the eye jewel that she wears around her neck dangling just before her chest glows a bright red then fades before her eyes re-open once again. The priestess slowly beckons the male to come near her as she whispers into the male's ear while she does a hand gesture, a sign you definitely recognize from years of training under sorcery. Softly speaking to your self, "She's rectifying a shield barrier between my other self and her lord. Can it be that I was right? That she's the demon?" The other female looks to you as though she can read your mind and screams, "No! Fools! Don't fall under her spell! I'm the real Lady Gwen!!" At that moment the male with a flick of his wrist raises his sword at her while shaking his head he calmly answers her outburst. "You aren't my Lady Gwen... whomever you are, show yourself." The female shakes her head and starts to sob uncontrollably as she weakly asks. "What did the priestess say to you milord? Why are you raising your sword at me? She's the demon here... I'm your Lady Gwen, let me slay her milord!" The male looks to you with a smile before looking to the other female, "The priestess didn't say anything, she didn't need to say anything for it was your own outburst that revealed to me whom you really are." The female once again unsheathes her sword and charges for the male as she quickly transforms from your body into a demon with red eyes glowing in the darkness. "I almost had you milord... if it wasn't for the real Lady Gwen to show up you would of been mine tonight foolish human." The male looks boldly into the eyes of the demon and nods. "I would have been the fool to have trusted you as well. If I was you I wouldn't strike against me just yet for I believe you'll find an interesting surprise..." The blade hits air but not through it but against it as the demon softly cursed. "Well prepared for this weren't you milord? Since I can't kill you, the I'll kill your beloved Lady Gwen!" With a laugh she turns her sword from the shield barrier and charges at you. Dodging to the side you take your inferno apprentice sorceress ring and let it send forth a spiral of flames quickly encasing the demon. "Not so easy you foul demon, I might not be well experienced in the art of swordplay but I am well versed in the arts of magical fire. Now burn to the ashes of which you were born from, but never to return to the living." The fiery encasement closes around the demon and quickly engulfs it as the demon is eaten alive within the flames as though it was never there.
B:) You stand there not quite sure what to feel, from the shock and the sight before you. Holding onto whatever you can you bring yourself to look at the two dancing happily before the crowd, wishing that you were her instead of whomever that is claiming to be you dancing with your secret admirer. Not quite steady on your feet from the spectacle, you take a seat on a bench and softly sob in depression for being late in not finding him sooner. Blaming fate for not helping you in seeing through the crowd for the person that has so moved your heart.
C:) *yawns* yes there will be a C as if choice A isn't long enough... *L* I'll work on it in the morning... Oyasumi...
Taking the new lovely black frilly dress from within the neatly wrapped box on your bed, you gently press it against your heart with a warm smile as you close your eyes. Thinking of the person whom give you the dress you slowly walk away from the bed and towards the windows, slowly opening them to let the gentle breeze of the night flow into the room. With a soft sigh you place your hand against your heart and whisper out to him knowingly he wouldn't be able to hear you, but none the less a thought that's needed to be said from your heart. "Whomever and where ever you are my dear, thank you for such a lovely dress. For I'm simply overwhelmed by such a gift such as this." After lingering by the window for a brief moment as though expecting an answer, you then run over to the mirror to admire and imagine yourself in the dress as it loosely hangs over your body. "It's so perfect... I wonder how this person was able to know my measurements", you softly said to yourself with a blush as a thought quickly crossed your mind. "Could it be that he has been gazing at me from afar on my many trips to the garden? Or perhaps he has asked of me from my family... Oh I do so hope he's someone I've known or at least have seen. How will I recognize this person I wonder." You then turn back to flop onto the bed, sprawling your arms wide out as you land with the dress still loosely on top of you. As you land onto the bed a white piece of paper flies into the air and lands on top of the dress just slightly under your neck.
Propping up your elbows, you slowly rise up into a comfortable sitting position and caught the letter as it fell from your chest and into your lap. With a tip of your head to the right and wondering what it could be, you curiously and anxiously unfold the neat paper with haste looking at a ticket invitation within the letter. In the process of doing so you softly curse as your right forefinger brushes against the right side of the paper, leaving a red line against your peach colored skin a fresh paper cut. Shaking your head and softly muttering words of idiocy as you bring your forefinger against your lips, you look at the letter and slowly read to yourself as with each word your heart quickens a beat.
Dear Lady Gwen,
How each night I've thought of you since the last time I was able to set my eyes upon a beauty beyond words of which I'll never forget. How I've long to approach you, but alas with my fear of when I've finally gain enough to face you, you'd only flee from my grasp. Thus I've waited with a few words upon this letter, a gift and the treasure of gazing from afar when the time permits. I hope that I've not already scared you off before we're able to meet. There will be a formal dance not so far away from where you live my lady, as I'll provide the carriage for you to arrive to where the destination is. I do so hope you'll be able to come dressed in the gift that I've given to you and to have the honor of the first dance with me tomorrow night before the entire crowd. You'll recognize me from the crowd in a black cape with a red interior, as well as a red rose in my right chest pocket. If all fails and the attire are alike for everyone there, look for an emerald serpent ring on my right hand. I'll be anxiously waiting for you to arrive my lady, please don't be late and remember to bring the invitation that I've included. The carriage will arrive at your front door at 8pm and the dance will start at 9:30pm Friday night. Until we meet my lady, get plenty of sleep and sweet dreams.
Yours Truly, Your Secret Admirer
Carefully folding the paper and setting it aside, you place the black frilly dress up against the closet and with a smile you softly say to yourself. "What a shy person my admirer is, though cliche in asking me to attend a dance. I find myself quite happy and willing to go just to see whom this mysterious person that seemingly has his eyes and heart set on me is. Guess I'll see when tomorrow night comes around." You clean up the bed and settle yourself in for the night wishing the day to pass by all to quickly, eagerly awaiting to meet the person you think might just be him. The one that will change everything and anything that you are.
The next day passes by pretty quick as you go about your daily chores and gardening in the afternoon. As 7pm quickly approaches you're already showered and ready to go get dressed in the lovely black frilly dress that was given to you by this mysterious person. Taking a seat on the chair before the mirror you carefully apply the necessary minimum makeup that is needed. Starting with a bit of skin cream and ending it with a stick of lipstick as you pucker up your lips gently apply the crimson red lipstick upon them. Looking up at the clock you then notice how time certainly passes while doing makeup for its five minutes to 8pm. Checking again before the mirror you softly laugh at the notion that such an option is opened before your eyes, for never in your life were you ever so giddy at the thought of attending a formal dance. Looking yourself over one last time before the mirror, you then pick up the letter and the invitation off of the desk as you hear the doorbell ring downstairs. You happily look out the open windows to confirm of the carriage before dashing down the stairs telling your parents you'll be out for the night for a dance. After your parent's warm embrace and complimenting on how lovely you look in the dress, you open the door and in you go into the carriage. "Is this carriage to the formal dance that's not too far away from here kind sir?" The man in front turns around and smiles with a nod, "Yes my lady, milord has personally sent me to pick you up for this evening's dance. I do hope you've brought everything that you'll need for tonight. Milord is assuming you'll be staying the night as well." With a blush you quickly cover up your cheeks and shake your head. "I wasn't informed that I'd be staying over after the dance, but I'll quickly bring along a change of clothes if you'll just wait out here for a moment." You quickly unlock your door and run upstairs to pack a change of clothing for one night and for safety you bring along your inferno apprentice sorceress ring. Slipping the ring onto your finger and making sure everything is packed, you grab the suitcase and once again rush down the stairs and into the carriage with glee. "Okay I'm now ready to go kind sir, let us be off. For I don't want to keep your lord waiting nor would I want to be late for my first dance." The man heartily chuckles and nods as he starts the carriage off to the formal dance hall which should be close by but after forty five minutes later and still the carriage has yet to stop you look at your watch to see that the time is now 8:45pm. "What is the occasion for this dance would you know kind sir?" The man softly chuckles and says, "I'm not too informed on the occasion, but milord holds these kind of dances once every month I'd say." You softly giggle and embarrassingly you reply, "Really? I've lived here for a long time, how can it be that I've not heard of them until this day?" The man replies, "Perhaps milord has finally wanted to meet the lady that he so speaks of so fondly." You softly gasp and shake your head with a soft reply. "He speaks of me? Yet I know nothing of him..." The man smiles and laugh, "I think I've said too much already my lady and here we are, hope you have a fun time tonight at the dance and your luggage will be at your room when you reach the castle." The carriage door opens and you step out looking first at the watch, which is 8:50pm then catching your breath you look up at the huge castle before you. "Holy mother of god... Where am I? Where do I begin to even start going?"
With a bow to the man in thanking him for the ride you slowly approach the main drawbridge just as two knights gallop out before you. The two knights stop and dismount to kneel before you as they speak, "Lady Gwen if it's you please present your invitation, before we take you to see our lord for tonight's dance." Shaking nervously and with a smile you present your invitation to the knights. "Your lord is expecting me? I thought I was just another regular attendee for this event?" One of the knights shakes his head and replies, "Milord has spoken a lot of you, please quickly mount the horse and we'll be off." The knights mount their horses and the one that spoke to you offers his hands for you. Taking his hand you hop onto the horse and off you go, into the courtyard where a red carpet is leading into the castle. The knight speaks and lets you off handling your invitation back to you, "This is the farthest we can take you Lady Gwen. Have a pleasant night at the dance." Hopping off the horse with a smile you reply taking the invitation from the knight, "Thank you for the escort, I'm sure to have a pleasant time here."
The knights turn around and gallop off leaving you to finding the way inside to where the dance will be. Thankfully with time to spare you and a lot of lights to the left of you, it is decided that you'll go that way and luck be with you as you open the two large glass doors into a spacious garden where the dance is being held. Looking around in hopes of spotting your secret admirer without wasting too much time, you quickly scan the crowd but to no avail as the letter have mentioned. With a sickening feeling you definitely notice that the whole crowd is dressed alike, from the black capes with red interiors to the red roses in each of their right chest pockets. "My shy secret admirer definitely knew what was popular to wear for this kind of dance I guess." With a sigh you continue to look for him in remembering he mentioned if all fails look for an emerald serpent ring on his right hand. Looking at your watch, you now notice it's five minutes in which the dance officially starts. That you were to be his first one for the dance when it starts, looking frantically now and still not quite finding him you nervously look to your watch again to notice that time seems to have moved faster for it's now two minutes till the dance starts.
Looking ahead you seemingly find yourself away from the crowd as though your search as finally come to an end as another sicken feeling enters your heart. Suddenly you hear a voice, a voice you must have heard numerous times in the air. A soft gentle caressing voice calls out from the other end of the crowd your name, "Lady Gwen! I'm so glad you've arrived safely in the carriage that I've sent for you. The dress I got for you looks stunning and lovely against the shining moonlight that reflects off of your eyes. I'm so glad you're able to make it tonight my lady." You turn your head as though you heard mistakenly what was being said as you watch another female embrace a male who just called out your name. Blinking back tears, you bring yourself to gaze in the direction at the female and then at yourself as you notice that the both of you are wearing the same black frilly ebony dress that shines even in pitch darkness. The black shiny scales on your dress before your neck glimmering in the moonlight. You continue to watch the male, now showing her his right hand in which an emerald serpent ring shines is clearly seen. The female looks up to him and replies with her words definitely audible as though she wants everyone in the vicinity to hear. "Yes, for I've received your letter in which you wrote to me gazing from afar. How my heart was moved by your words and here I am as you've asked of me to come to your dance milord. It was hard finding you in the crowd with everyone dressed up much like yourself, but in the end I've found you and all I needed was what you exactly told me to look for." The male nods and lowers his lips onto hers as she held onto him all the while as the two kissed deeply in front of the crowd before the dance officially started.
A:) You stand there confused, trying to figure out why your secret admirer isn't rejecting the female in his arms dancing away. You constantly tell yourself over and over for certain that you're "Lady Gwen" and that whomever that is with him now is not you and it should be you. With that thought in your mind with confidence and strength surging through your body, you push through the crowd and step before the two interrupting the dance with sheer determination to proclaim whom you are. "I am Lady Gwen milord, the lady before you is either someone who wants to ruin our destiny of meeting. Or is a demon that has taken the form of what I look to claim that she is Lady Gwen." The entire crowd gasps and points with murmurs as they see two identical females in the same dress. The male looks to you now quite confused and softly asks. "The lady before me has presented the letter and invitation that I only wrote once. What claims do you have that you are really Lady Gwen?" With a sigh you take out the invitation and the letter that you've received with the dress to the male. The male looks it over and nods, "This is definitely my handwriting and my personal invitation that you've received. What sort of sorcery am I dealing with here? There can't be two Lady Gwens, nor have I bought two black frilly dresses." The female in the male's arms snickers and softly speaks, "Milord I'm more than sure you only bought one black frilly dress for one Lady Gwen. So why am I now seeing another person claim as me milord?" You look and glare at your other self and wonder what magic is in the works as well before boldly replying. "How do we know, not that I doubt the male on buying and sending one black frilly dress to one Lady Gwen? After all someone could of easily duplicated the necessary methods and sent it. The more important point of the matter is why do I see another person claiming themselves as me?" The female in front of the male lets go of him and turns to face you as though in challenge. "So you're saying that you are the real Lady Gwen? What am I?" You look at your other self with a nod then replies, "I don't know whom you are, what your purpose is for and I'm definitely certain you aren't who you claim you are to be." The male looks from you to the other female that claims to be Lady Gwen and softly sighs. "You know ladies, I'm not a picky person. Especially when it comes to having two females that both claim to be Lady Gwen and wishes to be with me." The female next to the male shakes her head and speaks more seemingly to herself than to the male. "I wouldn't give my love to just anyone that claims to be your beloved Lady Gwen, I'd find out who the other Lady Gwen is that's impersonating me. After all milord that other person can be anyone who just claims to be whom she wishes. What is your way of telling whom is whom milord?" The male nods approvingly and looks to you as though you have a way to really prove who you say you are. "Well... since I don't know which of the two of you are Lady Gwen, I guess I must call for my priestess to make sure if either of you two are demons or perhaps something much worse." You shake your head at the notion and in a way feel insulted to be called a demon, after all you are a first class fire sorceress. Looking at your other self you take note that she shivers a bit and taking the initiative you call out. "Milord what a splendid idea... that way we're sure to see who's the real Lady Gwen." The female glares at you and holds onto the male with a quick reply, "What are you trying to do? Bluff your way out of this one demon?! I'm the real Lady Gwen, don't you dare mock me!" With that the female unsheathes the sword and points it at you. The male takes his sword out as well and places it before the female keeping her from charging at you. "I'll do what is needed and will decide whom is whom ladies. Violence especially between females is definitely not acceptable, please put your sword away. Guards send forth my priestess please... the dance will be cancelled for now." The female nods and re-sheathes her sword and looks to you still daring you to do something. Looking up to the male she softly speaks to him. "Milord don't you remember anything besides our appearances as to whom we are? Certainly you know I'm the real Lady Gwen..." The male shakes as head and softly replies. "I've only watched Lady Gwen from afar and you two look exactly alike. I've never met her in person as the letter states, for the fear of scaring her away." The priestess finally arrives and at first she looks to you and then over to the female before looking to the male. She then closes her eyes as though in a trance as the eye jewel that she wears around her neck dangling just before her chest glows a bright red then fades before her eyes re-open once again. The priestess slowly beckons the male to come near her as she whispers into the male's ear while she does a hand gesture, a sign you definitely recognize from years of training under sorcery. Softly speaking to your self, "She's rectifying a shield barrier between my other self and her lord. Can it be that I was right? That she's the demon?" The other female looks to you as though she can read your mind and screams, "No! Fools! Don't fall under her spell! I'm the real Lady Gwen!!" At that moment the male with a flick of his wrist raises his sword at her while shaking his head he calmly answers her outburst. "You aren't my Lady Gwen... whomever you are, show yourself." The female shakes her head and starts to sob uncontrollably as she weakly asks. "What did the priestess say to you milord? Why are you raising your sword at me? She's the demon here... I'm your Lady Gwen, let me slay her milord!" The male looks to you with a smile before looking to the other female, "The priestess didn't say anything, she didn't need to say anything for it was your own outburst that revealed to me whom you really are." The female once again unsheathes her sword and charges for the male as she quickly transforms from your body into a demon with red eyes glowing in the darkness. "I almost had you milord... if it wasn't for the real Lady Gwen to show up you would of been mine tonight foolish human." The male looks boldly into the eyes of the demon and nods. "I would have been the fool to have trusted you as well. If I was you I wouldn't strike against me just yet for I believe you'll find an interesting surprise..." The blade hits air but not through it but against it as the demon softly cursed. "Well prepared for this weren't you milord? Since I can't kill you, the I'll kill your beloved Lady Gwen!" With a laugh she turns her sword from the shield barrier and charges at you. Dodging to the side you take your inferno apprentice sorceress ring and let it send forth a spiral of flames quickly encasing the demon. "Not so easy you foul demon, I might not be well experienced in the art of swordplay but I am well versed in the arts of magical fire. Now burn to the ashes of which you were born from, but never to return to the living." The fiery encasement closes around the demon and quickly engulfs it as the demon is eaten alive within the flames as though it was never there.
B:) You stand there not quite sure what to feel, from the shock and the sight before you. Holding onto whatever you can you bring yourself to look at the two dancing happily before the crowd, wishing that you were her instead of whomever that is claiming to be you dancing with your secret admirer. Not quite steady on your feet from the spectacle, you take a seat on a bench and softly sob in depression for being late in not finding him sooner. Blaming fate for not helping you in seeing through the crowd for the person that has so moved your heart.
C:) *yawns* yes there will be a C as if choice A isn't long enough... *L* I'll work on it in the morning... Oyasumi...