Ashley Hated The Ending of RomeoxJuliet
So I wrote her a new one.
Imagine this starts right before Romeo is stabbed by the tree.
“Ophelia needs Escalus to stay alive, not Neoverona.”
Romeo did not know what caused the realization that Escalus was not who he wanted to go after, though it was this tree that supplied the power. It was Ophelia who was sealing Juliet's fate. Ophelia was the one who needed Juliet, heir d'Capulet, to survive.
Romeo took one last look at the girl he loved, the girl he'd wed in the privacy of their run down chapel, and re drew his sword.
He scanned the tree branches for the glow that would alert him to the goddess' location, but found nothing.
“Silly boy.” Romeo started, and swung his sword around to hit the goddess when she hissed in his ear.
Ophelia's arm hit the floor with a dull thud, before splintering in to countless brittle, wooden shards.
Romeo felt lightheaded, he had never actually used his sword against another person before, let alone a woman.
Ophelia's enraged screams shook Romeo from his trance, and he managed, barely, to jump out of the way of the branches she sent at him. Romeo swung blindly into the foliage, the flash of his own blade and the crackling of wood were the only things he could understand, before the ground began to shake again.
Romeo fell to his knees, thrown off balance by the awful trembling of the earth, and his sword skittered out of his grasp to until it came to rest a few feet away.
Romeo prepared himself for the onslaught of attacks, but when the shaking stopped, nothing came. Romeo felt the stillness shake him worse then the earthquake had. Nothing was happening. Romeo looked around, on his guard. He refused to believe that the attack was over.
But the tree branches had stopped moving entirely.
Romeo moved towards his fallen sword, and recoiled in horror when he saw what it had come to rest against.
“Romeo?” Juliet's weak cry came from the depths of the tree, and Romeo could feel his heart lift at the reassurance that Juliet was still alive. He forgot about his sword, and ran to the tree, intent on getting her out of there. Romeo could barely feel the splinters and gashes that quickly crept up his hands as he tore into the tree bark with the small dagger he kept on his belt, intent to get Juliet out of there.
The rotting wood gave way under his savage attack, and Juliet fell into his arms, unconscious, far sooner then he imagined she would.
The wings were gone from her shoulders, a sign that Escalus was standing on it's own. Romeo pulled Juliet out of the tree, and carried her out to where Tybalt and the others were waiting.
"She's alright!” Romeo called out, seeing the worried countenance that graced each man.
“Then grab your sword, and let us retreat!” Tybalt called back. Romeo nodded, and passed Juliet to her childhood protectors before he turned to retrieve his weapon.
Romeo approached the wooden head of Ophelia, her etherial face frozen eternally in an open mouthed shriek, with a cautious disgust. He tried not to look at her as he picked up the blade, but it became hard to stay strong when the head rolled closer to rest against his foot.
“Romeo!” Curio called, bringing Romeo back to the present, and Romeo ran back to the dragon steeds. As they took off, a greenish light followed them out. Romeo didn't need to look back to know that was a sign of Escalus' healing.
“Cordelia!” Conrad's call shook the small room Cordelia and Benvolio had claimed as headquarters over the past few days. Tybalt and Francisco wasted no time in clearing the table to make room for their fallen princess.
“Yes, Conrad?” Cordelia asked as she entered the room. No one answered. No one needed to.
“Juliet, what happened?” Cordelia asked, as she moved toward the dining room table.
“This is how we pulled her from the Escoleus.” Romeo explained, never taking his eyes off Juliet.
“Escoleus?” Cordelia brushed her confusion aside, and set to examining the girl she'd grown to think of as a sister.
Cordelia was by no means a doctor, but after checking Juliet, the diagnosis was so clear, a blind man could see it.
“She's only exhausted, let her sleep.” Cordelia's reassuring words lifted the worried weight that had settled over the room like a blanket. She moved to Romeo, the poor boy looked every inch as young as he was now. Every regal air, all the confidence of the day before had melted away.
“Juliet will be alright.” She put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
“Can we move her to the castle?” Romeo asked quietly, and gripped Juliet's hand. Cordelia smiled and nodded, at that moment she would have let Romeo do anything, just to keep him from looking like
a kicked puppy.
“Of course. Curio, Francisco, maybe you could move Lady Juliet up to a better bed in the castle?”
They nodded, and Francisco scooped Juliet up off the table.
“Thank you Cordelia. I'll send word as soon as she wakes.” Romeo said as he followed Francisco and Curio out the door. The night air was cold, and Juliet shivered in her sleep.
They walked in silence for a while, nothing but the love for the girl in the middle connected them, and they didn't try to force conversation.
“Lord Romeo!” Romeo started and turned to face Lady Hermione. It must be late, Romeo concluded. As if the darkness and the silence in the courtyard hadn't already given it away, Hermione stood before them ensconced in a wrapper and sturdy boots. Her eyes shone with curiosity.
“Good night. Did we wake you?” Francisco asked, saving Romeo from having to stammer out a reply.
“The other ladies and I were worried when we saw you all running about. Is everything alright?” Hermione directed her sleepy comments towards Francisco now, their past enmities forgotten.
“My apologies, miss, that was not our intention. Are the others truly frightened?” Hermione nodded, and Francisco passed Juliet to Curio.
“I'll go calm the women down. You don't really need me after all.” Curio shook his head, and the flaxen haired couple retreated into the darkness.
They moved on towards the castle in silence. Romeo noticed how the city seemed to have healed from it's recent disturbance, as if the whole of Neo Verona had been thrust back in time.
Romeo led Curio up to his room, where Juliet was to sleep, and it was with some misgivings that Curio left her there, unsupervised. But eventually, he did retreat, intent on finding Francisco.
Romeo sat by Juliet's bedside for what seemed like days. The horrifying thought that she may not wake up danced on the outskirts of his mind well into the morning.
The pink light of morning gradually blanketed the city, prodding it's way into the bedroom, shining it's soft glow on the sleeping couple. Romeo slept, half on the bed, half off, his hand clasping Juliet's, and as the light grew stronger through the uncovered windows, Juliet woke.
Imagine this starts right before Romeo is stabbed by the tree.
“Ophelia needs Escalus to stay alive, not Neoverona.”
Romeo did not know what caused the realization that Escalus was not who he wanted to go after, though it was this tree that supplied the power. It was Ophelia who was sealing Juliet's fate. Ophelia was the one who needed Juliet, heir d'Capulet, to survive.
Romeo took one last look at the girl he loved, the girl he'd wed in the privacy of their run down chapel, and re drew his sword.
He scanned the tree branches for the glow that would alert him to the goddess' location, but found nothing.
“Silly boy.” Romeo started, and swung his sword around to hit the goddess when she hissed in his ear.
Ophelia's arm hit the floor with a dull thud, before splintering in to countless brittle, wooden shards.
Romeo felt lightheaded, he had never actually used his sword against another person before, let alone a woman.
Ophelia's enraged screams shook Romeo from his trance, and he managed, barely, to jump out of the way of the branches she sent at him. Romeo swung blindly into the foliage, the flash of his own blade and the crackling of wood were the only things he could understand, before the ground began to shake again.
Romeo fell to his knees, thrown off balance by the awful trembling of the earth, and his sword skittered out of his grasp to until it came to rest a few feet away.
Romeo prepared himself for the onslaught of attacks, but when the shaking stopped, nothing came. Romeo felt the stillness shake him worse then the earthquake had. Nothing was happening. Romeo looked around, on his guard. He refused to believe that the attack was over.
But the tree branches had stopped moving entirely.
Romeo moved towards his fallen sword, and recoiled in horror when he saw what it had come to rest against.
“Romeo?” Juliet's weak cry came from the depths of the tree, and Romeo could feel his heart lift at the reassurance that Juliet was still alive. He forgot about his sword, and ran to the tree, intent on getting her out of there. Romeo could barely feel the splinters and gashes that quickly crept up his hands as he tore into the tree bark with the small dagger he kept on his belt, intent to get Juliet out of there.
The rotting wood gave way under his savage attack, and Juliet fell into his arms, unconscious, far sooner then he imagined she would.
The wings were gone from her shoulders, a sign that Escalus was standing on it's own. Romeo pulled Juliet out of the tree, and carried her out to where Tybalt and the others were waiting.
"She's alright!” Romeo called out, seeing the worried countenance that graced each man.
“Then grab your sword, and let us retreat!” Tybalt called back. Romeo nodded, and passed Juliet to her childhood protectors before he turned to retrieve his weapon.
Romeo approached the wooden head of Ophelia, her etherial face frozen eternally in an open mouthed shriek, with a cautious disgust. He tried not to look at her as he picked up the blade, but it became hard to stay strong when the head rolled closer to rest against his foot.
“Romeo!” Curio called, bringing Romeo back to the present, and Romeo ran back to the dragon steeds. As they took off, a greenish light followed them out. Romeo didn't need to look back to know that was a sign of Escalus' healing.
“Cordelia!” Conrad's call shook the small room Cordelia and Benvolio had claimed as headquarters over the past few days. Tybalt and Francisco wasted no time in clearing the table to make room for their fallen princess.
“Yes, Conrad?” Cordelia asked as she entered the room. No one answered. No one needed to.
“Juliet, what happened?” Cordelia asked, as she moved toward the dining room table.
“This is how we pulled her from the Escoleus.” Romeo explained, never taking his eyes off Juliet.
“Escoleus?” Cordelia brushed her confusion aside, and set to examining the girl she'd grown to think of as a sister.
Cordelia was by no means a doctor, but after checking Juliet, the diagnosis was so clear, a blind man could see it.
“She's only exhausted, let her sleep.” Cordelia's reassuring words lifted the worried weight that had settled over the room like a blanket. She moved to Romeo, the poor boy looked every inch as young as he was now. Every regal air, all the confidence of the day before had melted away.
“Juliet will be alright.” She put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
“Can we move her to the castle?” Romeo asked quietly, and gripped Juliet's hand. Cordelia smiled and nodded, at that moment she would have let Romeo do anything, just to keep him from looking like
a kicked puppy.
“Of course. Curio, Francisco, maybe you could move Lady Juliet up to a better bed in the castle?”
They nodded, and Francisco scooped Juliet up off the table.
“Thank you Cordelia. I'll send word as soon as she wakes.” Romeo said as he followed Francisco and Curio out the door. The night air was cold, and Juliet shivered in her sleep.
They walked in silence for a while, nothing but the love for the girl in the middle connected them, and they didn't try to force conversation.
“Lord Romeo!” Romeo started and turned to face Lady Hermione. It must be late, Romeo concluded. As if the darkness and the silence in the courtyard hadn't already given it away, Hermione stood before them ensconced in a wrapper and sturdy boots. Her eyes shone with curiosity.
“Good night. Did we wake you?” Francisco asked, saving Romeo from having to stammer out a reply.
“The other ladies and I were worried when we saw you all running about. Is everything alright?” Hermione directed her sleepy comments towards Francisco now, their past enmities forgotten.
“My apologies, miss, that was not our intention. Are the others truly frightened?” Hermione nodded, and Francisco passed Juliet to Curio.
“I'll go calm the women down. You don't really need me after all.” Curio shook his head, and the flaxen haired couple retreated into the darkness.
They moved on towards the castle in silence. Romeo noticed how the city seemed to have healed from it's recent disturbance, as if the whole of Neo Verona had been thrust back in time.
Romeo led Curio up to his room, where Juliet was to sleep, and it was with some misgivings that Curio left her there, unsupervised. But eventually, he did retreat, intent on finding Francisco.
Romeo sat by Juliet's bedside for what seemed like days. The horrifying thought that she may not wake up danced on the outskirts of his mind well into the morning.
The pink light of morning gradually blanketed the city, prodding it's way into the bedroom, shining it's soft glow on the sleeping couple. Romeo slept, half on the bed, half off, his hand clasping Juliet's, and as the light grew stronger through the uncovered windows, Juliet woke.