The Magic of Words (Closed)

[Asa]

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Crina Marku
Long naturally curly dark hair (Past and present)
Dark expressive eyes (Past and present)
Slightly tan hued skin (past and present)
Romanian by blood and Birth (Past)
Romanian by blood American by birth (Present)

So long ago she was a Gypsy witch but now in this modern world her reincarnation has her as a writer wielding a power she has no idea she has and attributes its affect on her life to dumb luck on her part.

Dragged long ago from the man she loved and thrown into a well hidden dungeon tomb right under his nose to die so long ago but what will happen this time?
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Her profession was writer... Her genre... whatever she felt led to write at that time... Her preferred utensils of the task... Quill pens, true antique fountain pens, and all with a a very select hand made ink she was guided to by her grandmother long ago. Her writings however seemed to always pull people into her life and she never really understood it. A murder mystery she wrote guided a charming young cop into her life and helped him solve a case from his grandfathers time. She wrote poems and she for a time found herself for a time in a lavish life with musicians recording her every word. She never put two and two together that the items she used and the ink she wrote with held their own magic. Her family a long line of "witches of the wordcraft" Her mother had kept that part of her heritage from her and with a great love for her daughter her grandmother had
gone along with keeping her magical ancestry from her. All she knew with any remote certainty was that some of her family was from Romania. It was not till a letter arrived by hand delivery by a young man dressed in a tunic style shirt and leather pants and boots. On his chest was a symbol she had seen in dreams since she was a child and from time to time hid in the cover art of her books. The letter simply said...

Its time you learned the truth of your blood. Sink deep into your soul and write what truly whispers from your dreams and your heart. When you are ready you will know...

Truth be known she had always wanted to write a romantic novel... with exotic locations... love transcending the centuries and drawing two souls together who were so wrongly parted with betrayal murder and greed. Once her agent released to the world that she was finally going to be writing a Romantic novel a second letter came to her delivered by the same young man. This time it was a letter for her to take with her to an ancient castle long forgotten by the world in the old country where there would be no disturbance to her writing and another clue to her families heritage that had been kept from her by the misguided love of family.

Once arriving there she found a marvelous staff of a butler several maids and a grounds keeper stable man... a few guards who have protected the castle and grounds for generations and a small but highly impressive cooking staff. Treated like royalty by them she wandered her "new home" for a few days gaining inspiration with every turn and portrait and tapestry.

She finally settled in to writing and had managed with east to knock out several chapters. Working late into the night one night she could not seem to stop her mind and soul from the words flowing forth from them. Finally in the wee hours of the morning with the full moon shining in on her through the window her quill pen fell from her hands as she sank into a deep sleep in the ancient chaise lounge she had been curled up on.

With the dawn she awoke and found herself looking eye to eye with a stunning image.

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He looked to her with a smile his long dark brown hair and deep haunting eyes and ancient looking opened tunic top and pants.

Her eyes could not look away from him as she felt a strange pull deep in her heart towards him.

Who... Who are you and how did you... She bit her lip a little as she could not believe how he looked like the "hero" of the novel she was writing... the picture in her mind here in flesh and blood before her... Was she dreaming?

No dream Ma'am the butler spoke. Tis the power of your blood and your chosen craft... I will see to the young mans accommodation until Madam understands more about what has happened and what she has done and can do. There is much you both will need to understand of your past together... this was not the expected result... but it was the preferred one... With that the Butler turned and on silent steps walked from the room leaving the long lost lovers to stare at each other still not understanding what had happened or how the other one could be there before them.

 

[LucianDevine]

The wind blew strong as Andrei looked over the cliff. Many would have been intimidated by it, but this was a place he'd come many times, though he'd never come here alone. He'd always come here with Crina, the first and only woman he'd ever loved.

The only problem with his love though, was that she was considered by so many to be unworthy of his love and attentions. She was simply a gypsy, where he was a prince. His parents had wanted him to marry politically, helping the family by marrying the daughter of another nation, thus creating ties.

Worse though, was that his brother Petru wanted her for his own reasons. Crina had been rumored to possess some sort of magic, and his brother had desired that magic. He'd been so obsessed with possessing it and her, that he'd never cared what lengths he had to go to try and possess it.

Andrei had done his best to protect Crina, even bringing her to this very spot. The entire hill that led up to the cliff was covered in white lilies, and he'd picked many a bouquet's of them for her. The pair had even made love for the first time on this very hill.

As the memories flooded back, Andrei bowed his head. He could still hear her screams in his mind. The guards, his families guards had taken her, kicking and screaming, while he was helpless to stop them. Andrei had never been the same after that, even though a month had gone by, a month today as it were. It had taken his parents this long, and a lot of acting to finally get them to let him leave the castle alone, and it was for that reason that he was here.

Andrei didn't know where they'd taken Crina, but he did know that he didn't want to live without her, no matter what his parents said. It was for that reason that he stepped to the edge of the cliff. He closed his eyes as he mentally prepared himself for it. "I'm sorry Crina." Andrei whispered softly. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you, but I'll be waiting on the other side."

After a few brief moments to consider, Andrei leaned forward, making no attempt to save himself as he started to fall. His eyes remained closed, even as he fell. He didn't scream, but simply accepted what was coming.

After several long moments though, Andrei started to feel weird, like he was being pulled, pulled somewhere that he didn't know. He didn't dare open his eyes though, not until the feeling finally subsided.

When at last Andrei dared to open his eyes, he couldn't believe the sight before him. His eyes opened as hers did, and there she was, his beloved Crina, resting on an upraised couch. He didn't know what to do, or even what to say, almost afraid that saying or doing anything might shatter this dream. His deep brown eyes simply met her gaze, holding it for as long as she did, hoping beyond hope that it was real, even if he knew that it couldn't be.

 

[Asa]

Once the butler left she tried to speak again. A writer yet words were escaping her at his moment.

How did you... Who...

She looked to the papers on her lap finding the description of the young prince from her novel and... there he was on the bed before her... but how... Then the butlers words sank in...

~this was not the expected result... but it was the preferred one...~

What did he mean by that? What was going on... She felt strange... light headed... confused... scared. Feeling she was not used to feeling. She looked back to him and her eyes seemed to lock with his wondering if he had any answers as to what happened or why it happened.

 

[LucianDevine]

Andrei had heard the butler's words, but his gaze had never moved from Crina. With a slow motion, he lifting himself up off of the bed. He moved carefully towards the chaise that she sat on, almost afraid that she would disappear if he moved too fast or loud.

When at last he stood before it, Andrei lowered himself to his knees before it, his hands reaching out to her. He did look her though, when she seemed to not recognize him, but he still couldn't pull his gaze from hers, as deep and brown as his own.

"Crina...it's me. Surely it hasn't been that long...so long that you forgot about me...has it?" Andrei's voice was a soft baritone, perfect for his size and temperament. His hands were still outstretched, almost begging her silently to take his own, if only to let him know that she was real.

 

[Asa]

How... how do you know my name?

Absently her hands moved to his as if it was as natural as breathing. She did not realize her hands were in his till the butler came back with an elderly woman who looked to them both... She turned to him and spoke in Romanian.

Crina's magic has brought you to her... Just as many believed that souls are reborn... Your Crina's soul as reborn within the descendant of her family clan... You are not within your time young prince... you have been saved and brought to her. Magic has saved you from yourself and your family... You will learn as will Crina... She has no memory of the past... yet but she will... Everything will be as it should be in time... be patient with her young prince.

 

[LucianDevine]

A small smile came to Andrei's lips as Crina moved her hands to rest within his own. Her words confused him some though, and his gaze reflected it. He opened his mouth to respond though, but the appearance of the butler and an elderly woman entered the room.

Andrei's gaze had turned towards the elderly woman as she spoke, but once she finished, his head bowed briefly. When it lifted though, his dark brown gaze met Crina's once more.

"No memory of the past...of me...nothing?" Andrei asked her softly, lifting one hand free of hers, if only to cup the cheek of the beloved he'd not seen in what he thought was a month. There was no hesitation in his motion though, for it felt natural to him, natural and perfect.

 

[Asa]

I...

She looked to them confused and not liking that feeling too much.

Whats is going on how did he get here who is he and how is it possible that someone out of my novel I am writing suddenly appear in my room?

The butler tried to calm her and looking to her.

Ma'am that is your power... your grandmother honored your mothers requests about not telling you and letting you have a normal life... you are descended from from the Gypsy clan that traveled through his family's lands... you... another you from long ago fell for the young prince and he fell for you... his family... they did not take well to that union... dragging your past self from him and dealing with you... how we do not know... He leaped to his death from the cliffs that held the flowers of your name sake...

The butler went on and on trying to tell her all he knew telling them both.

You have powers just like you did back then ma'am... that is all I know other than the instructions from your grand mother before her passing.

Crina sat there staring at the butler as he spoke and then looking to her romance novel...

So what I am writing is not from my own imagination but actually happened? I... I need a drink... a VERY strong drink!

 

[LucianDevine]

Both Andrei and Crina listened intently to the story they were being told. It seemed unbelievable to be sure, but he already knew full well of it's truth, and of her powers. As the butler continued though, his gaze remained on his beloved, almost wanting to firmly cement her image in his mind, lest he lose her once more.

"A drink does sound good, and would probably do us well."

Andrei said softly, rising to his feet, his hand still holding hers, clearly offering to help her rise from her seat.

 

[Asa]

Absently standing she was in shock as she walked with him following the butler to a sitting room where the bar was.

So let me get this straight. he is... was a prince back then... I knew I was Romanian but not Gypsy... that little tidbit got kept from me... His family did something to me no one knows what back then and his family's descendants felt bad about it and gave my descendants the manor here and now I have powers that are... tied to my writing...

She sat down as some realization struck her mind like a freight train.

The mystery novel... I met the cop... The poetry... I met the musician... The... novel here... and its her...my life I am rewriting?

The butler nodded and got him a drink and then handing her a shot glass and a very old bourbon.

Yes ma'am that is correct. This place is what ties you both together through time. Linking you both... in fact in the morning we will tour the grounds and the manor with the young prince and see what he remembers to fill in the gaps in your novel. I have prepared another room for you for the night ma'am as the room you have been staying in is his and to keep things a little sane for him perhaps he should reside in there for now. Perhaps the room across the hall... His brothers room would be acceptable?

 

[LucianDevine]

Andrei and Crina walked with the butler, and as they walked, he came to realize where they were, the very same place his family resided...or rather, had once resided.

When Crina started to talk though, outlining the situation, even he had to agree that it seemed unbelievable. As she sat down, Andrei moved to sit beside her, noting the the butler moved behind the bar.

Andrei accepted the drink from the butler as she continued, taking a few swallows of it as he listened to her give a recap of her most recent past.

As the butler started to speak again, Andrei's attention switched immediately. When the man started to speak of where she would spend the night though, he didn't like the fact that she wouldn't be with him. In a way he understood, given that they were from different times, but it was also the mention of his brother that he hated.

"No." Andrei said aloud, lifting his gaze to meet that of the butler's. "Not my brother's room. It is mostly because of him that they took her from me in the first place, and I'll not have her in that room. Set her up in my sisters room, the one right next to mine."

There was no reluctance or hesitation in Andrei's voice, and the fact that he was, or had been royalty was also evident in the confidence with which he spoke to a man that he'd never met before.

 

[Asa]

She jumped a little at his determined tone. She downed a couple shots of bourbon and sat back a little. Even she had not really gotten a good feeling about the mention of the brother but when he jumped like that she made a note to ask him more about that later.

Wherever he thinks would be best is fine.

She smiled and looked around her head still spinning from all of this.

Yes in the morning I want to know everything you both can tell me... No omitting anything due to whatever you think will upset me or scare me... I want to know. I am going to guess and say that your name an Andrei?

She held out the manuscript to him...

Read it and tell me if I am losing my mind or was that our life... before?

 

[LucianDevine]

Andrei turned to Crina as she spoke about tomorrow, though he was admittedly not looking forward to telling her everything. There were many good things about their past to be sure, but the ending was the part he would truly regret sharing with her.

Despite his inner turmoil though, Andrei nodded to Crina, saying simply. "As you wish."

When Crina asked him his name though, and held out the manuscript of her story to him though, he nodded, a smile coming to his face as she spoke to him, and as they met eyes once more.

"Yes, my name is Andrei." He said simply enough, reaching to take the manuscript from her. As he did so though, one of his hands touched hers. He let that touch linger albeit briefly, before pulling the script from her hand and setting it on the bar.

For anybody else, the script probably would have been easier to read, but for Andrei, it was particularly hard.

The story started out talking about Crina, and her past, a past that Andrei already knew, but everything after that was like a puzzle left half finished. There were bits and pieces of his own past and hers, scattered here and there on the pages. Despite the fact that it was incomplete, Andrei could in no way refute what she'd written. Every word that was written on the pages was true. With that in mind, Andrei actually started to quickly flip through the pages, moving to the last one. His gaze dropped though, for the last page depicted them taking Crina from him, and how powerless he'd been to stop them. Even as he read, he could see the day clearly in his mind, how he'd been on his knees, begging for her release, even as two guards had drawn swords held in front of him, keeping him from chasing after the guards that were dragging her away from him. There were no words written for what had become of her.

There was sadness in Andrei's gaze as he lifted it back to Crina's, his hands closing the manuscript and handing it back to her. "It's incomplete and in pieces, but every word is true." He said simply, giving no explanation as to his change in behavior. He could only assume that they would know what he'd been looking for.

 

[Asa]

That last part I was writing before you... appeared... before I had apparently napped...

She bit her lip watching his face and eyes...

I am sorry if anything I wrote has upset you Andrei...

She looked away and sighed. Feeling strangely tired she glanced around to each of them.

I... I should go get my stuff from the other room and place it in my new room.

 

[LucianDevine]

Andrei heard Crina talk about the words she'd written, and heard her apology to him. He simply shook his head though, his gaze lowering once more as he spoke.

"It's not what you wrote Crina, that much is perfectly accurate. It's what you didn't write...or maybe didn't know. I was trying to see what happened to you...where they took you."

Andrei's gaze lowered once more, though only briefly. His head lifted as Crina spoke about moving her things from his room to her own. As she made to stand, he followed suit, as it was proper in his time to rise when a woman left her seat.

"I'll help you Crina...if that's okay?" It wasn't normal for Andrei to ask permission for something, but he also knew that Crina wasn't herself, or rather wasn't the girl he'd known, but he still wanted to get to know her. He still felt that connection for her, even if he didn't know if she felt the same way.

 

[Asa]

She smiled he was so kind so loving to her even though he seemed to understand that she did not actively remember him. Though her writings made her wonder if deep down maybe she did know him.

Yes that... that would be nice thank you Andrei.

Turning to leave the room she walked with him. Still thinking on all of this glancing to him from time to time smiling softly.

I wish I knew what happened after She... I was taken away from you that day... This is... weird but I think I can get used to it. It might help with the novel...

She smiled at the idea of being able to tell a story that really happened... to her. Now she just had to remember it remember what happened to her and this wonderful man walking with her.

 

[LucianDevine]

Andrei let a broad smile come to his lips as Crina accepted his offer to help. The pair of them started to head for the door, and along the way, he crooked his arm just so, offering it to her, should she want him to escort her, even though she knew the way back to her room anyway.

As Crina spoke once more about her what had happened to her in the past, his head bowed and turned to the side. It was a part of his past, and her story, that interested him greatly, but it still pained him to talk about it and hear about it. Thankfully though, when she referred the situation back to her novel, he let another soft chuckle slip from his lips.

"I'm sure I could help you fill in a few details...if you wanted me to." Andrei said as he turned back to her, still almost unable to truly believe that he was here with her. The fact that it wasn't, or rather, didn't seem to be the Crina from his past made no difference to him. She looked like her, acted like her, and hell, even moved like her.

 

[Asa]

She slipped her hand around his offered arm and smiled to him.

I would love for you to help me with the novel and to help me remember what happened to you and h... you and I back then.

The old woman walked over to them... I can help young gypsy remember a little... start mind remembering... old herbal recipe for dreams... I will go make some before you sleep.

With that the old woman hobbled off as Crina looked to Andrei and smiled. Seems everyone wants me to remember.

 

[LucianDevine]

Andrei's gaze slipped down to watch as Crina's slipped through his arm. his other hand came around to rest lightly upon that hand as he prepared to escort her.

The old woman's words, followed by Crina's brought Andrei's gaze up once more. There was a small smile on his face as he thought about the old woman's herbal recipe, hoping that it worked, hoping that Crina might remember him as he remembered her.

"We all have our own reasons I'm sure, but truthfully, just seeing you would be enough for me. In my time it was only a month, but that can be an eternity without the one you love."

Andrei seemed to realize what he'd just said and lowered his gaze briefly, still unsure of how this new Crina truly viewed him. Despite it all though, he started to lead her to her room, just glad to be with her.

 

[Asa]

I can only imagine what you both went through... When I write about her I can almost feel the fear she felt. My writing it has always caused something to happen... I never really noticed it though till... now... till you... this is all so overwhelming Andrei... Help me... I feel like I am losing my mind

She held to his arm a smile feeling his other hand on hers hoping the old womans recipe would work to help her with anything.

 

[LucianDevine]

Andrei stopped walking as Crina spoke, asking him for his help. He turned fully to her, his eyes reflecting the inner turmoil of his mind as he looked at the woman he loved, and was torn between actions.

After a few seconds of deliberation, Andrei let his arm slip free of Crina's hand. He lifted his arms and wrapped them around her, hoping to god that she didn't pull away. Despite the strong desire to kiss her though, he didn't. The embrace was like that of a friend and lover to be sure, he holding her close, but he didn't push it farther than that. He simply held her, hoping to lend her his strength, much like he used to in his own time.

 

[Asa]

Her eyes closed curling into his embrace her arms wrapping softly around his waist. She knew this very feeling from the dreams that brought about her decision to write this novel. She tensed briefly then relaxing into his embrace she lifted her head and looked into his eyes. She reached a hand to his cheek though her conscious mind had no idea it had been done. Part of her was going on memory and instinct.

A soft smile curled her lips as she looked into his eyes feeling so drawn to him and still not fully understanding why... Something about this moment however made her want to cry the sorrow etched in his eyes or the strange loss and pain she felt too she was not sure but still a tear began to well in the corner of her eye.

 

[LucianDevine]

As he felt Crina curl into his embrace, Andrei let a soft sigh slip from his lips. He held her close and tight, having missed her more than he could ever truly voice. He of course felt her tense up in his arms, but the relaxation that followed made him smile.

Andrei's gaze lowered to meet Crina's as he felt her head tilt up. He felt the hand that cupped his cheek, and he leaned that cheek into her palm, his deep brown gaze never leaving hers.

The moment was truly perfect for Andrei, except for the tear that he saw welling in his beloved's eye. He lifted his own hand to her cheek as it watched it well up to the point that it dared to try and slide down her cheek. His thumb caught it though, and brushed back up it's trail. The desire to kiss her was that much stronger as he held her, but still he resisted, afraid to scare her off so soon after finding her again.

 

[Asa]

We... we should get my stuff moved to the other room...

She bit her lips having felt that it was a tear he wiped from her face.

I am divided Andrei... I am glad you are real and here but I am afraid that once the book is done you will be gone.

She turned still holding to his arm and began walking again to go and move her things.

 

[LucianDevine]

Andrei was truly reluctant to let that close contact brake, but he was not about to force anything on Crina. He moved back to beside her, noting though, that her hand slid through his arm once more.

As Crina voiced her concern about what might happen after her story was complete, Andrei could only nod. "Yes, the butler also said that it's this place that binds us...It makes me wonder if I can leave, or if I must remain here to be with you."

There were so many questions, and so few answers. The only true constant, seemed to be Crina. Andrei found himself lacking on what to say next, torn mostly by his curiosity about her power, his existence here, and of course her memory of the past. He wished so much for answer, answer that he feared might never truly come.

 

[Asa]

ONce her things were moved to the other room the old woman handed her an ancient stoneware mug to drink from. May stink... Drink ALL of it... it will help you...

She looked to him... You... you have questions... I can answer them... Her mind will reveal to her what it needs to we will go talk now... Help me back down stairs please young prince... we will talk.

She shooed Crina into her room and told her to rest before turning to hobble towards the stairs to go and talk to the young prince. A fire going in the main sitting room and two chairs and some tea ready for them as she motioned to a chair and moved to sit down.

What questions do you have... not things she wants to know what do you want to know I will answer what I can.