Love & War
Once upon a time in beautiful France, it was the year of 1247. All the Knights were fighing, all the farmers were farming, and all the ladies were doing their job of looking spectacular. Along with other aspecations of course. There was a knight named Sir James Linguist. People loved him dearly. They loved watching him fight. They also loved the fact that his style and technique was so original. It was nothing they have ever seen before. Some people would even follow him around wherever he went watching his every move. Men wanted to be him and women wanted to marry him. Thats how supurb he was. As all other knights he had to follow the Code Of Chivary. It was not that big of a problem for him though because he did not have a problem with following rules. During each tournament , just like every other knight, he would do three things. One although is not what other knights would do. He would: one get is weponary on, two put on his armor and the third thing that he did differently was look for a beautiful lady around. Not just any lady. Someone he knows would take his breathe away , sweeping him off his feet and falling forward into love. Desperately, he needed his lucky woman. Everytime he went to a new city he would look. By instinct , he knew who she is. His search for true love began to overcome him , looking shoulder over shoulder as he made his way towards his fate.
James lived in Paris , France. Every chance he could , James went to the cathedral and attended mass. Religion was a big part in him because , it is was a sign of faith. Without faith , man will fall. This was exemplified through his daily life in not only himself , but the people that surround James as well. James always wanted to meet the king and queen of england but never got around to doing so, nor had the time to.
James had two friends that would go with him everywhere. Charles and Fransisqo. They were not knights , but they helped him to train and stay focused. He admired them because they keep him stronger and give thebest advice ever.
James also has a brother named michquel. He learns a lot from James because he is right now a page , he still has to be a squire then go into the dubbingceremony before he is finally a knight. Michquel envys his brother and looks to him for help and advice whenever he can.
James and his friends Charles and Fransisqo are getting ready to go to Vienna , Austria for a tournament. They decided they were only going to stop four times on their way. They also agreed to only sleep the day of there arrival. From Paris , they decided to go to Bern , Switzerland. Once they reached Bern , they set off to Vaduz. From Vaduz , to Innsbruck , and from Innsbruck to Salzburg until finally breaking through to Vienna.
The first thing they did was sleep. The tournament was not until tomorrow so he needed his rest. When he awoke the next morning , James was over excited and yet , overwhelmed. Right before the tournament began , he and his two friends started getting James prepared...meaning they were getting his armor on , grabbing his lance etc. Filling his head with logic and sound advice any prize fighter should know.
There were several people going before him and his apponent , so he did his usual. Gazing for his love in the audience , but his love never returning the same embrace..or so he told himself. Then , right out of left field...There she was. There was the girl of his dreams. Looking up high beyond what seemed to be a few nobles striking her eyes with his. Curiosity was only his beginning. he needed to know her name immediately! James the summoned Charles to retrive the danzel's name. Upon the return of Charles , he looked up and said..."Her name is elizabeth." James was so in Love. Loss of words , short of breathe , and a sudden sweat was all he needed just before a tournament. His eyes were fixed on her , his heart poised to drop from his chest at any moment. And then , she saw him. Her sister , Amber Lee asked Elizabeth , "you like this man that you keep looking at?" she replied- "So far, Yes." Elizabeth then asked Amber Lee to go find out the young gentlmen's name. Elizabeth soon returned with the requested information. " His name is James. " She knew she wanted to marry this " James " boy almost instantly. ELizabeth returned home to the castle where she was determined to find out and figure out where this young man's next tournament is to be held. When her sister came home saying she talked to Charles again , she found out there is another tournament in Vienna two days from now.
Meanwhile James is sitting in a chair , where he is staying , just staring with a blank look on his face. not being able to see Elizabeth was torment for James. He never knew he would ever feel this way. Eating him inside out , the time slowly passes as he begins to scratch this itch that was Elizabeth with his recollection.
Two days has passed , and the tournament was now here. Being victorious set his hopes high , but seeing Elizabeth set him on top of his world. Finally building up the guts to talk to her , James approached her with caution and keen introduction. " Hello Ma'am , my name is James and I'm sory I have been so inconsiderate , just staring. " Elizabeth replies , " It's quite alright. I do believe so you know my name , but is there any particular reason you have been staring? " James - "Actually there is , you may find this as hard to believe , but you take my breathe away , I can't take my eyes off your beauty. So pure and innocent at heart. I would love to be yours and you to be mine for all eternity. " Elizabeth replies- " Answer this sir. All is fair in love and war..true or false? " she said. James answers- " True ." with a hint of hope in his voice. " good answer! " she exclaims as she paved her movements away from James.
No matter their feelings for each other , Elizabeth knew she could never be with James and it killed them both. Benumbed by loves cold hand and overwhelmed with pain , James died alone. The flame that once lit up his eyes had burned out that day and could never be re-kindled again. " All is fair in Love and War , but love... love is a war of its own. "
La'mour-Devoid.
{Without Love in French}