The Beauty Of The Journey

When she was finished, she knew what she had done had been awful. She stood up, did her curtsey, and slowly walked back to her seat. She tried not to cry as she felt every eye in the room fixed upon her, and as she endured the pain from some of the negative comments some people sitting

"I 'll miss you." She drew me close and gave me a hug, and I assured her I 'd be back sooner than she 'd realize. She then told me that she loved me.

When they got to her she looked even more beautiful, the three friends were afraid to speak, they didn’t know what to say.

She quickly reached her hands over her head to protect herself from the pain she would soon endure. She squeezed her eyes so tight, trying to keep herself from crying in her last moments alive.

Perceval could still recall their faces vividly. And thinking of them had never stopped hurting. “My father was Yale, my mother Madlen, and my sister Deryn.”

"You little piece of-." He kicks the young boy, and stomps on him continuously. Shortly, the man stops all motion, and the mother stares from where the soldier was while she covers her daughters

“Darlin’, I’m so sorry that happened to you of all people. You are so sweet and kind. It’s just a downright shame.” Fiona reached out to stroke Casey’s trembling hand. “Go ahead and take your time, we have all day if need be. Why don’t you tell me about your daughter? I’m sure she was lovely.”

World’s held their breath as one single tear rolled down the cheek of a broken queen. Not a sound was uttered as the breath was released and Penelope wiped her cheeks clean of any sign that she had been mourning as she slid out from between the blankets. She crept through her house, though it could have been a stranger’s without her lord to make it a home. As she stepped onto the soft grass a warm wind whispered in her ears.

"Thank you Dondorian, for everything. Speak a blessing into the wind for me and Kestrel each sunrise and a prayer for us each eve. As I will for you and Mahma and the boys."

“Karolina, I am so glad you are here!” A young woman with brown disheveled hair said frantically as she burst into tears.

Alis sat up straight. “We’re wives of warriors. We can bear the next two months until our husbands return.”

“Indeed. But where are our wives?” Perceval grew desperate and began to worry that something terrible happened to Joan and Percy, yet no one had informed him. A tendril of panic inched up his spine until he spotted Sir Kay drawing closer. He had his arm wrapped around Kiena’s waist.

Joan is considered one of France´s most popular heroine and even a saint. She was from a village called Domremy that was attacked frequently by violence and raids from England. She was very focused on her religion, some may say too religious, and prayed frequently to saint statues. Joan lived on a farm and worked like all the others in her village.

“Good. But there’s more. Before we wed and lie together for the first time, I want you to know that all is forgiven. My heart is open to you and you are the one and only woman I have ever loved, and the only woman I will ever love.”

Joan was willing to completely change her identity (even becoming a man) in order to bring home the throne for the French. Joan had the courage to face all of the hardships at the battles, regardless of the circumstances that arose. Even though it was unheard for a women to dress up as a man, Joan endured it all. Joan further demonstrated courage when she got captured and had to defend herself during the belligerent trial. The trial was so heavily biased towards the side of the English, as they wished for Joan of Arc to just die.