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Amissus puer ('Lost Boy') Chapter 10Amissus puer ('Lost Boy') Chapter 10 by Sterling-Kato
Connor took notice of this soon after and although he was still hungry he stopped eating and sat back against the chair to watch her.
"Are you alright, M'lady?" he asked, his head tilted in honest concern. Elena had seemed so upbeat only moments before and now there she sat her face somber, eyes glazed over with tears, playing with the food she'd spent so much time on instead of eating it.
For a moment Connor felt guilty, and he didn't know why. To see such a drastic change in mood was strange which made him conclude it as his fault, for some reason, even if it wasn't.
"The soup is very good." He tried to lift her spirits with a compliment which in reality was honesty; the soup was very good, but all that came in reply was a small smile and a little nod of thanks before her eyes averted back down and the frown reappeared on her lips.
It was then that Connor was reminded as to why he didn't have a girlfriend. Not because he hated women, or thought them weak or stupid, but it was
Amissus puer ('Lost Boy') Chapter 9Amissus puer ('Lost Boy') Chapter 9 by Sterling-Kato
Lady Elena didn't have much family since her father passed away. She'd never known her mother and although she'd once had a brother, he died from scarlet fever at age five.
When he died Mr. St. James left the whole estate to his daughter; his only heiress, in hopes that she would carry on the family business of wheat crops and cotton. However, when the war began the land was overrun with soldiers of both factions and soon the fields where golden wheatgrass and fluffy balls of cotton once flourish grew barren and arid, seemingly never to grow anything again. The St. James homestead lost value and although it pained her to have to do it, Lady Elena sold the plot of land for pennies to a British 'prospector' who planned to make it into a courthouse for 'local affairs'. In other words 'war efforts and meetings'. It killed her to know her family home was either destroyed to build a new British stronghold or kept intact and made into one, but there was no way she could keep up with it in
Amissus puer ('Lost Boy') Chapter 8Amissus puer ('Lost Boy') Chapter 8 by Sterling-Kato
Leaning back with the book of painted pictures in his hands, Connor studied the painting of the small river before him before he turned the page and there it was, in all its glory, St. James manor. Well, a painting of it anyway. He recognized the large columns of pearly white, its fancy exterior decor, and even the small front porch where he'd seen Lady Elena sit on while reading.
"I miss it sometimes, m'home. Tis a cryin' shame it's been reduced to nothin' but a memory now. You'd o'loved t'see it again. M'father fixed it up real nice, nothin' too fancy but t'was loveleh!"
Connor couldn't stop the grin from crossing his mouth or the chuckle from escaping his lips, and Elena looked at him in confusion.
"What ar'ya laughin' at?" She asked, her tone slightly offended as if it was her.
"Nothing." Connor replied flatly, the grin and chuckle instantly vanished the moment she spoke.
"Y'lyin! Com'on now, it's the first time y'laughed since y'got here, and I intend to find out what 'tis y'laugh
Amissus puer ('Lost Boy') Chapter 7Amissus puer ('Lost Boy') Chapter 7 by Sterling-Kato
Ratonhnhaké:ton would wander onto the St. James' lands, idly walking around. He knew it was dangerous and against the set rules of his tribe-- more specifically his mother, but he did it anyway. Although admittedly there were days where he'd have to lie to himself for a reason as to why he was on St. James land, telling himself it was because hunting there was easy. Due to their growing various crops that many animals fed upon, hunting rabbit, squirrel, and even deer was much easier than normal.
However, no matter how much he told himself the same lies to convince himself it was ok, in the back of his mind Ratonhnhaké:ton knew full well it wasn't.
The real reason as to why he'd risk such a thing was far simple; a girl. Although he knew there was no way he'd be able to court her, he still couldn't help trying to catch a glimpse of her through a window or, if he was lucky, while she was sitting on the front porch of the St. James' estate. Ratonhnhaké:ton had seen many white women on h