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[Fanfic] Legendary Book of Sun-Moon Swordplay - The Prequel by Melanie
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Tiêu đề: [Fanfic] Legendary Book of Sun-Moon Swordplay - The Prequel by Melanie Thu Jan 05, 2012 8:57 am
Title: Legendary Book of Sun-Moon Swordplay - The Prequel
Author: Melanie
Status: on going
Rating: 16
Disclaimer: This story and its characters are purely fictional and a product of my own imagination. The story characters' personalities and their actions in the story do not reflect the real personalities and actions of the actors and actresses casted in the roles in my fanfic.
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A tall handsome man, his leanly muscled body clothed in a long black gown, sits in front of a grave. At first glance, he appears to be a statue, his posture proud and tall, immobile and silent, as he simply stares at the tombstone facing him. However, upon closer inspection, one would notice the hint of melancholy mixed with loneliness buried within the depths of his deep brown eyes, the only sign of vulnerability in his otherwise carefully controlled expression.
Slowly, the man reaches forward and gently glides his fingers down the cool granite of the tombstone as if caressing a lover’s cheek. A bittersweet pang pierces his heart as he traces his fingertips across the carefully etched words on the slab of stone.
Beloved wife.
Leaning forward, he plants a soft kiss on the words, closing his eyes and easily conjuring up the image of a beautiful maiden, his sweet angel, whose face and infectious laughter have been haunting his dreams ever since she has left him.
“Are you thinking of me right now as I am thinking of you, my little fairy?” He whispers tenderly to the grave.
As if acknowledging his question, a gentle breeze sweeps by, lifting the rose petals he has scattered around the gravesite. One petal floats upward and lightly brushes against his cheek, hovering there for the briefest of seconds, caressing his cheek like the kiss of an angel. Reaching up, the man touches his cheek, his finger barely brushing against the velvety softness of the petal. Then, the petal flutters away with the wind. As he watches, the petal drifts further and further away from him, leaving him with an empty void that can never be filled.
As another breeze whips by, this one more chilly than the first, the man shivers slightly and looks toward the tombstone with concern. Standing up, he retreats into a simple wooden cottage situated a few feet away from the gravesite. Several seconds later, he emerges with a fur-lined cloak. Leaning down, he carefully drapes the cloak protectively around the tombstone, stroking the top edge of the stone slab as if rubbing a woman’s shoulders.
“This should keep you warm, sweetheart. I know you get cold easily.” He smiles at the tombstone.
Settling down next to the grave again, he removes a manual from his gown pocket. Flipping through the pages filled with poems and drawings of his lovely wife, he stops at about halfway through the book and glances over his latest entry, which he has just written earlier this morning after waking up. Smiling sadly, he runs his fingers over the words on the page, lost in his own dream world.
At that moment, a little boy of about six years of age peeks around the doorway of the cottage, his wide eyes darting back and forth. Spotting his father by his mother’s gravesite, he starts toward his father, dragging along with him two swords, one glowing in a cool shade of blue while the other radiating a fiery shade of orange-red.
“Papa?” The little boy pats his father on the shoulder, jolting the man out of his reverie.
Turning to look at his son, the man smiles. “Yes, son?”
“It’s my birthday today!” The boy announces jovially. Turning to look at his mother’s grave, he grins. “Are you whispering to Mama about what present to get me?”
His smile, an almost exact replica of his son’s grin, deepens. “Of course!” The man answers, his gaze trailing to the twin swords his son is hugging lovingly. “Your mother and I think you might want to learn some sword skills as your birthday present. Would you like that?”
“Yes!” The young boy leaps up and down excitedly. For as long as he could remember, he has always wanted to be a famous swordsman like his father. Today, he would finally learn the proper way to hold a sword!
“Let’s go inside the cottage to feed your baby brother first. Then, we can start your first sword lesson today, all right?” The man pats the young boy on the head indulgently.
“All right!” The boy beams. Hauling the two swords behind him, he skips awkwardly back toward the cottage, his agility slowed down by the large weapons trailing behind him.
As the boy disappears into the cottage, the man turns back to the grave and laughs softly. “It looks like our son will become a great swordsman one day, sweetheart. I will make sure he learns everything I know. Are you proud of me, my little fairy? I am keeping my promise to you to live on and raise our sons.”
Placing the book of images and poems on the ground in front of the tombstone, as if intending to share what he has written with his wife, he caresses the stone slab one more time before walking back toward the cottage, toward his sons.
As the wooden door to the cottage closes behind the man, a gentle breeze blows by, wrapping itself around the tombstone, stirring the pages of the book set in front of the grave. The pages flutter lightly as if an invisible hand is flipping through the book. Finally, the fluttering stops and the book opens to the page containing the man’s latest entry...
Last night, I dreamt of you, A single rose, slender and elegant, Luminescent in the pearly moonlight, Unrivaled in grace and beauty.
You turned and glanced at me, Your skin like dewy petals, Your lips curved, innocently yet alluringly, Your eyes, deep sapphires, dark and mysterious.
You walked straight into my embrace, Your warmth melting the coldness in my heart, Filling my world with just us, Your heart against mine, beating as one.
Seven years of bliss, Seven years of heaven, Even though you have now left me, Not a day goes by that I do not think of our seven years together.
I shall live on as promised, Without you by my side, Hoping that when the time comes for us to be together again, You’ll be waiting, ready to walk into my embrace once more.
I love you, my little fairy, in this life and in every life thereafter.
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Lâu hông ghé lại nhà, chúc mọi người một ngày mới tốt lành
Fanfic này do một fan của Wa viết, nhưng bạn ấy không biết tiếng Việt nên Thủytinh post dùm, mọi người đọc và comment thì "chịu khó" viết tiếng Anh để bạn ấy đọc hiểu nghen. Phần credit cho tác giả còn thiếu vài chỗ, Thủytinh sẽ bổ sung sau, phần nội dung ai đọc xong thì cho ý kiến nhé vì Thủytinh vẫn chưa đọc.
P.S: Yêu cả nhà
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Tiêu đề: Re: [Fanfic] Legendary Book of Sun-Moon Swordplay - The Prequel by Melanie Fri Jan 06, 2012 8:59 pm
thiệt tình em rất là dốt av [You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]đọc phải tra từ điển :( nhưng mà đọc vẫn thấy hấp dẫn.ss cảm ơn bạn đó dùm em nha,ủng hộ hết mình [You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]
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Tiêu đề: Re: [Fanfic] Legendary Book of Sun-Moon Swordplay - The Prequel by Melanie Mon Jan 09, 2012 2:03 pm
Definitely! Melanie, thanks for share ^^
I could be more than just amazing ^^
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Tiêu đề: Re: [Fanfic] Legendary Book of Sun-Moon Swordplay - The Prequel by Melanie Thu Sep 13, 2012 7:39 am
Trời ơi, ai dịch hộ coi
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Tiêu đề: Re: [Fanfic] Legendary Book of Sun-Moon Swordplay - The Prequel by Melanie Tue Oct 02, 2012 4:32 pm
Fic này viết bằng Tiếng Anh Nhưng người viết là người Anh hay Mỹ vậy ? Xứ Đài chắc không viết tiếng Anh trôi chảy như thế được đâu [You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]
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Tiêu đề: Re: [Fanfic] Legendary Book of Sun-Moon Swordplay - The Prequel by Melanie Mon Nov 12, 2012 2:31 pm
Người viết là người Mỹ nhưng có nửa dòng máu Việt (hình như thế).
Mà sao bạn chắc chắn là xứ Đài không thể viết được tiếng Anh lưu loát như thế, có lẽ người ta không thích viết thôi.
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