Love Without Time Limits (AC2)

I ran as fast as I could. The clopping of the hooves grew closer and closer while my heart thudded against my ribcage louder than ever. But for the beating of my heart and the constant gasps for air, it was a quiet, moonless night with an all-devouring deep fog. I trod off the dirt path, into the forest. The thick oak canopies made it harder to see, and I fell a few times as my knees buckled with fear. Clip! Clop! Clip! Clop! Should I climb a tree? Do I even have time for climbing a tree? Yes, I should stay put, up there hidden somewhere, until he gives up looking for me. Suddenly feeling hopeful, I sprang up from the ground and reached for what looked like the sturdiest tree to clamber onto.As I wrapped my arms around a low branch, my heart skipped a beat when I caught a glimpse of him! A silhouette of him and his majestic horse, not too far away. "YOU THINK YOU CAN ESCAPE ME?" I heard him roar as he galloped closer. Abandoning the tree-climbing idea, I continue

I reluctantly got out of bed to take a bath. These people were surely unfamiliar with the concept of soundproofing. The walls were made up of mostly straw, with bits of wood for support. I could hear a lot of commotion; the clatter of dishes mixed with the chatter of people. I figured from their conversation that the Druid was going to stay for lunch. Allena’s dad brought wild boar home to cook and asked mom to make soup with it. Iona was walking me to where the bathroom was when we heard hushed whispers and footsteps. A tall man who looked bigger than Allena's brothers appeared with Boann and grabbed hold of my arm. A funny looking mustache covered his mouth, but he looked anxious and talked too fast. "Allena, listen carefully. We cannot let the Druid know about your loss of memory. It was his idea to ally with the Romans. If he finds out that you don't remember a thing, he may get second thoughts about choosing you as the bride. I put too much at stake to make this wedding happen

    I watched as the path leading to the house was splendidly decorated and cleared off the cooking equipment. The chief's family, along with the extended family, lived on a hillfort with the River Boyne's tributary flowing on one side and mighty mountain ranges surrounding it on two other sides. There were animal pens housing horses and cattle on the fourth side where the hillfort sloped gently and opened to the village, farms, and more forests. I wondered if this was modern-day Wales or Ireland because some of the I*******m pictures from there looked exactly like this, but I had no way of confirming. &n

   It was mid-afternoon the following day when the Romans were getting ready to leave. They camped all over the hillfort starting from outside our house down to the village.     Marcus and the men that rode with him in the front of the procession Yesterday were nowhere to be seen. They seemed to be his close buddies. They kept him company throughout his meet and greet with the villagers during the feast. And yet they didn't care to say a word to me. Most of his family, except for his mom, grandparents, and one sister, didn't seem to care about talking to me or my family. In fact, his brothers' wives gave me hostile looks.

 Marcus's POV    I am not sure what exactly happened. Ever since I set my eyes on Allena, I feel bewitched. I have seen women that are far prettier and well endowed than her. Any man would find my girlfriend, Laelia, irresistible. I had no doubts about how much I loved her and felt dedicated to her. And yet, my faith in love and loyalty seemed to be shaken now. I couldn't put thoughts of Allena away from my mind. And I couldn't put a finger on what's causing these irrepressible feelings.    I felt thunderstruck when I saw Allena. I tried to hide the waves of emotions I experienced, tried to p