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Friday, August 31, 2012

Coming Soon, October 2012

Coming Soon!
October 2012

"MarcoAntonio & Amaryllis"
By: Y. Correa

A Medieval Love Affair...
A Taboo Romance...
An Interracial Amour...
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LOVE is the result of ALL things conquered...

In a time when “Intermixing” of races was a taboo affair, MarcoAntonio fell in love, unwillingly to the person he should have least put his eyes on – Amaryllis.

She too knew that this love affair was prohibited. She too was aware of the ramifications of their actions. She too was petrified of the outcome, should someone become informed of their union. Yet, with all that, she loved him! He loved her!


Through trials, struggles and tribulations Rye remained optimistic that freedom would come... somehow! So, if continuous fighting would be necessary to obtain that freedom... than so be it!

Rye knew just one thing – FREEDOM can only be obtained through SACRIFICE.


Is it possible to be born into the world and not know your significance? Is it possible to live an entire life with no inkling whatsoever about what part you are playing in the game of life? It would be apparent that such was Damian's situation. He'd no idea that even the smallest of his choices were in direct accord to his part in the fulfillment of a long foretold prophecy.

First Prologue

The Anglo-Spanish War
Of 1585

Spain was a beautiful place indeed. It was everything that the English would and could have wanted. Trades were in great supply, land was ample, crops and vegetation were plentiful. All that they had left to do was make the land their own.... somehow.
Many English families decided to move to Spain, as they were positive that England would and could win the battle between the two lands. And, as soon as that transpired, they would have free reign over the crops, supplies and land. It was all just a matter of time.

At the market, an elderly Spanish lady sat selling her fair share of goods. Whatever it was she had to sell for the day, she neatly laid upon the table that her son had made for her in order to showcase them to the passer's-bye. Behind her, a noble Spanish fellow stood and no one that walked by could tell if he was a guard of the market, or if he was watching over the elderly lady. He said nothing, he spoke to no one. Yet, with an eagle eye he watched everyone that passed by; hands crossed in front of his chest.
A young English girl walked with her mother partaking in what the market had to offer that day. She browsed with finesse; ever so often taking into her hand an object of her choosing, then from time to time grabbing something else in order to share it with her mother.
Walking by the elderly lady, that sat in front of the table, the young girl caught sight of the fellow that stood behind her. He also caught sight of the English girl. Even though, his posture remained unchanged something inside of him changed just as it did with her.
A single look! That was all it took... one single glance, for them both to know, that they wanted each other more than they wanted anything else in this world. It was “love at first sight”, indeed.
He a Spanish knight, and she an English lady. Prohibited love. A taboo romance. While their people were at war for land, crops and supplies; MarcoAntonio and Amaryllis were at war with a forbidden love. The fight for their right to be together would be genuinely difficult...

Second Prologue

Mother Haydie's bodiless essence drifted in the Netherworld...

All lust, sexuality, sensuality. Powerful. More than any other Witch Deity. Goddess of a Celtic Witch culture and creator of the entirety of nature. She was Mother Nature!
When would she be called upon? When would her vessel be selected and when would they find the prophesied mate? This had to be perfect! It had to be impervious to misconstruction. No flaws would be accepted. She'd waited far too long. Far too much time had passed and she was growing wearier by the second.

She knew the Coven of Sisters, known as the “Sisterhood” was well prepared. She knew that her prophesy had been placed in good hands, yet the anxiety was too much for her to bear.

Time just whisked by like a whistling wind. A wind that carried her with it. Like a misty ghost she hovered in the Thereafter waiting to be called. With time almost nonexistent in her less than physical state, she'd acquired too much time to think. Had she been wrong in writing the prophecy? Had she moved too quickly in anger?

No! She'd not! The world was losing respect for her! She had to do something... So she did! Being a goddess of her caliber was nothing simple or mundane. She had an entire world to think about.

Who was the bastard that had founded this new religion anyway? Once she'd been called back, she'd have to find him and behead him somehow. However, if he was no longer alive, than she'd just have to find his followers and do something about them... Christianity! Bah!

Mother Haydie ached! It'd been far too long since she'd felt a man. Far too long! She needed to feel a masculine body pressed up against her. Burning her flesh. Swaying between her thighs. She needed it! Craved it! If there was just one pleasure that humans had, which goddesses didn't, it was the ability to feel. And feel something she wanted!

She thirsted for the opportunity to inhale the metaphysical essence and spirit of a man, while basking in his physical competence to pleasure her every carnal desire. Her chest heaved with every deep breath that lodged in her throat at the mere image of it in her head.

Antsy. Impatient. Growing angry and frustrated, she paced... No! Floated...! Back and forth.

Something must be done!

Chapter 1

Midnight. Still he had yet to take recess from his vigorous stride. He had to make it. He needed to see her! Just a glimpse, as always, would make his day complete. Just a small glance at her smile and her eyes. That was all he needed. All he truly needed to commence the fight all over again tomorrow. His faithful steed, as accustomed, did not give up on him. Even after an entire day of battle.
His life wasn't easy. His battle was continuous. If he was not battling against others, he was at war with himself. As he rode, he thought and it occurred to him that his internal war could quite possibly be the biggest fight of his life.
“Mush, Altivo, anda!” he called out as he coaxed his exquisite Caspian horse to move forward. “Anda, Altivo!” he'd learned that he could count unconditionally on his beautiful, Altivo. He was, after all, the only true friend that MarcoAntonio had. MarcoAntonio knew what it was to have acquaintances come and go through his life. He knew people. Many people. Yet, none was as true a friend as Altivo, his milk chocolaty, muscular and strong Caspian horse. Altivo, knew how to listen; when necessary. He also knew how and when to act; when necessary. What more could any man ask for from a friend?
His focus returned to her. What cruelty life offered him that his “one true love” was unattainable. Yet, obtaining her was his only conviction. His only mission and obsession. She was in fact the most beautiful creature he'd ever known both inside and out. She'd yet to fully be his. But, he was certain, that one day, she would be his – totally and completely. He would fight for her until he exhaled his last breath. Even if that were the very cost.
However, for today; he'd be content, as he always was, with just looking at her from afar. Contemplate her beauty and know - in the depths of his soul - that this was a battle worth fighting.
“Altivo, stop! Para!” digging his front hooves into the dirt Altivo came to a screeching halt. MarcoAntonio had be so preoccupied in his train of thought, that he'd barely realized that they'd arrived. His body slightly thrust forward with the abrupt stop. He leaped off his horse, checking his hip for his sword and took in hand his ebony shield. Even though it was the middle of the night, time and space was never to be trusted. Things lurked everywhere. In his experience, he knew that the most unexpected things could happen, at any given moment. It was always best to be prepared.
Unhinging a small sack from Altivo's saddle, he tossed it lightly in his hand. These small jewels were what he used as pebbles, to throw and tap at her window. What use did he have for them anyway? He owned millions. Yet, he wanted none. So, why not use a precious stone to tap the window of his precious treasure?
Tossing the first blood ruby, he called, “Psst!” no answer. He tossed another, this time a emerald, as green as the forest, “Psst! Amaryllis! I'm here...” he called out again in a strong whisper. He listened. He heard some rustling around. The first thing that he caught a glimpse of was her hair as it came floating over the edge of the balcony wall and grazed the ledge. Then her head leaned over and looked down....
There they were! Those eyes! That smile! Enough to melt even the coldest of hearts. Everything about her made his heart skip a beat. Her long luscious, silky hair, that was the perfect combination of fire and ice all neatly intertwined into the most vivid shades of red and gold. Her bright, sea blue eyes - that seemed to carry the entirety of the sea within them. The milky brilliance of her skin. The birthmark that she carried just above her lip, that seemed to be placed in just the right spot to accent her lips and all of her beauty to perfection. Her body! That alone was enough to make any goddess jealous. She was not too thin; MarcoAntonio appreciated a woman that looked healthy. Amaryllis, was just right, in every way. At least in his opinion.
“You are late...!” she pointed out.
“Well, that may be true, ma'lady,”
“'Tis!” she said in a teasing tone, then smiled again. “You cannot stay long. I'm being watched.”
“And?” he replied with mockery lingering in his voice.
Amaryllis giggled a little, covering her mouth she tried her best to keep quiet. His wit always made her laugh. Then she quickly got serious, “MarcoAntonio, 'tis dangerous. And you knows this to be true. 'Tis always a risk to visit me at these hours, my love.”
“And this is precisely why I love her so!” he stated bravely. “Amidst everything, my beautiful lady, is always concerned for the well being of her knight.... Knight, may I remind, ma'lady!”
“A knight, that appears to be looking for trouble, should our foes become aware of his lingerings.”
“Let them become aware!” he raised his voice, still with lightness and taunting sounding within it, “Should they come, I will slay them...!” he pulled his sword from his hip and began a little dance. Bouncing around, sword in hand, he swung it in the air as if he were fencing against the strongest of men, “I will give them a little of this! Then... a little of that!” he jumped in Altivo's direction, “And my trusted steed, shall save me, and whisk me away into the darkness of night,” then he turned to look up at her, “Of course, never, before first having valiantly saved, ma'lady.” then tossing his arm into a whirl in front of him he bowed at her.
Amaryllis giggled some more, “You shall never change; will you?”
“Why should I, ma'lady? If I change, then I shall lose my most precious treasure... your love.”
“Well, I suppose that is true, noble Sir.”
“'Tis, ma'lady.” and he smiled at her.
What was it about his smile that made her insides flutter about? She couldn't explain it. She didn't understand it, but she liked it. The single thought of his visit, would cause butterflies to make themselves at home in her belly. And, his smile! So gentlemanly, so lively; in so many ways, that it alone filled her with the desire to live. As if his livelihood, gave her life; no matter how hard the situation between them could be.
She knew, as well as he did, that life was unfair. Their situation was cruel. She could not love him... yet, she did. He, could not love her... yet, he did. What would they do?
It would be far beyond her family to understand that she, a white English lady, was in love with what they would easily call a worthless, putrid, power thirsty, Spanish man. They despised him, and all others like him. They would never allow her to be with him. They and all others like them would be completely opposed to their union - and, she knew of many; the towns people, her extended relatives... the witches.
The witches! The thought of them alone caused a shiver to rise up and down her spine. She'd been fortunate enough to never have encountered them. She'd heard plenty, about the evil Clan of witches - a coven that the townspeople called The Sisterhood. This truly was a group of individuals that no rational minded person would want to encounter. One would have to be mad. Only a mad person would go to such lengths as to summon The Sisterhood.
Yet, he was beautiful to her - her dear and beloved MarcoAntonio. His shoulder length opal black curls, penetrating long dark lashed, brown eyes with dark masculine eyebrows that were the perfect accent to his beautiful eyes. Medium tanned amazingly melded milk and caramel skin. The ruggedness that his entire ora put out, yet, the childish sense of joy and playfulness which he only displayed to her and no other.
He was amazing to her. He was so handsome with his five o'clock shadowed mustache and beard. He was the perfect height for her as well, standing at about five feet, eleven inches. A precise compliment to her five feet six inches. His stature was so manly. She could not ask for more. And, his smile; Goodness, his smile made her knees go weak!

Suddenly, feeling the need to get to the point of his visit, MarcoAntonio, became instantly serious, “Ma'lady, I wanted to come see you before the suns rise,”
Amaryllis nodded her head only once and smiled with the sweetness that filled her soul each and every time she remembered what her smile did to him. She was more than aware that her smile lit up his day. And, this was precisely what she intended. She felt the need to provide him even the smallest bit of happiness knowing what extents he went through in order to see her. His soul endeavor was to see her. A small honest smile, and a whispered word of hope - that was all he needed to go on. She knew it, and so did he, “Thank you, my brave and valiant Knight. 'Tis a privilege to me, to see you.”
“Ma'lady, the pleasure is mine.” he said tilting his head down into a modest bow. “Ma'lady, beautiful and honorable damsel, I thank you...”
“For what, Silly?” she pleasantly interrupted.
“For the blessing of allowing me the sight of you. For the privilege of looking upon you. For the simplest gesture of your smile. For the lightness that your presence gives my heart.”
“Ah! Well, bold Sir, 'tis my pleasure, indeed,” she said with a smile. Then immediately became serious once more, “Now, go! Go before, someone sees you!”
“Ay, Ma'lady. But, 'tis only because you have asked,” MarcoAntonio, decided to point out, “'Tis not because they scare me!”
“Yes. Yes. I know, bold Sir. Now go! Hurry!”
“Ay,” he said. Then bent down and picked the rose closest to him, and tossed it up towards her, “A rose, for a rose.” Then extending his arm out, leg forward, he bent into a noble bow, “Good night, ma'lady.” it seemed that every time he said good bye, his heart broke just a little bit more. He could not be sure when his next visit to her would be. But, he made it his mission to visit whenever able. This was after all, his only reason for living.

Leaping back on to his horse, MarcoAntonio, locked his heals into Altivo's side, “Anda, Altivo!” the horse spun around, and at that very instant, MarcoAntonio looked back and blew a kiss to his love. And, she in turn did the same. Just like that, Altivo, took off into the darkness of night.