Still catching up on LDWS reposting
OK, here is my Drabble for 3:10 -- The prompt was Hatch/Match/Dispatch, and had to include a birth, a death, and a marriage.
Title: Just Another Fairy Tale
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Once upon a time, a girl was born. She clutched Life in her strong fist, bending it to her will with her formidable mind and unshakable sense of justice. And, as it usually goes, she couldn’t truly live at her best until other parts of her were allowed to die.
It happened over years, as Life dealt its blows and taught her that when accepted with an open heart, unmet expectations can lead to more than bitter disappointment.
And so, a wedding came. Not hers, not yet, but, a wedding all the same. She planned on a romantic day filled with happiness and the beauty of standing at the cusp of the future. There would be a shared dance, a sweet complement, a gentle kiss. Instead, there was fire and blood and unmitigated terror -- not how it was supposed to go. Still, at the end of that long day, lying on a dusty cushion in a half-dark room, she slid her shaking hand into a large, warm one, and thought to herself that it was just right.
Once upon a time, a man died. But, first, he lived and, in the process, was born many times. Time and time again, he left his child self behind, to be reborn a man of powerful strength and gentle compassion.
It happened over years, as Life threw its challenges and he rose to meet them with power and kindness he hadn't known he had.
And so, a hero’s funeral came. The mourners were few, the deceased was unknown to the world, but as he tenderly placed his own socks on the feet of the little Elf and raised resolute eyes to those of his friends, he knew that they could and would prevail.
Once upon a time, a couple married. They fought and laughed and made love together.
It happened over years, their moments of realizing their oneness despite their differences and the challenges Life provided.
And so, a Christening came. Not for their baby, but for a baby niece, conceived and borne during months of mourning and healing. Her parents, once considered the most beautiful couple in their acquaintance, were now scarred and shaken by battle and hardship, aged beyond their years.
“What name shall you give this child?” asked the elderly robed witch.
“Victoire Rapier Weasley.” They answered, their voices as one. And at that moment on a rainy May morning, these new parents shone with a force of unity and love blinding in its brilliance. Their child, named for Triumph and Remembrance and other grand ideals far too heavy for such a tiny thing, answered with a loud belch that echoed off the stone walls of the old chapel.
Blue eyes met brown, needing no words. The messages were clear. The unexpected brought unanticipated joy and hope. They were strong enough to move forward in love. They were deeply connected.
Once upon a time, there was Hermione and there was Ron. Together, they lived Happily Ever After.
Title: Just Another Fairy Tale
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Once upon a time, a girl was born. She clutched Life in her strong fist, bending it to her will with her formidable mind and unshakable sense of justice. And, as it usually goes, she couldn’t truly live at her best until other parts of her were allowed to die.
It happened over years, as Life dealt its blows and taught her that when accepted with an open heart, unmet expectations can lead to more than bitter disappointment.
And so, a wedding came. Not hers, not yet, but, a wedding all the same. She planned on a romantic day filled with happiness and the beauty of standing at the cusp of the future. There would be a shared dance, a sweet complement, a gentle kiss. Instead, there was fire and blood and unmitigated terror -- not how it was supposed to go. Still, at the end of that long day, lying on a dusty cushion in a half-dark room, she slid her shaking hand into a large, warm one, and thought to herself that it was just right.
Once upon a time, a man died. But, first, he lived and, in the process, was born many times. Time and time again, he left his child self behind, to be reborn a man of powerful strength and gentle compassion.
It happened over years, as Life threw its challenges and he rose to meet them with power and kindness he hadn't known he had.
And so, a hero’s funeral came. The mourners were few, the deceased was unknown to the world, but as he tenderly placed his own socks on the feet of the little Elf and raised resolute eyes to those of his friends, he knew that they could and would prevail.
Once upon a time, a couple married. They fought and laughed and made love together.
It happened over years, their moments of realizing their oneness despite their differences and the challenges Life provided.
And so, a Christening came. Not for their baby, but for a baby niece, conceived and borne during months of mourning and healing. Her parents, once considered the most beautiful couple in their acquaintance, were now scarred and shaken by battle and hardship, aged beyond their years.
“What name shall you give this child?” asked the elderly robed witch.
“Victoire Rapier Weasley.” They answered, their voices as one. And at that moment on a rainy May morning, these new parents shone with a force of unity and love blinding in its brilliance. Their child, named for Triumph and Remembrance and other grand ideals far too heavy for such a tiny thing, answered with a loud belch that echoed off the stone walls of the old chapel.
Blue eyes met brown, needing no words. The messages were clear. The unexpected brought unanticipated joy and hope. They were strong enough to move forward in love. They were deeply connected.
Once upon a time, there was Hermione and there was Ron. Together, they lived Happily Ever After.