Prologue
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The cool night air lifted her hair as she glanced at the ocean. ‘oh to
be out at sea and live many adventures' she thought to her self, her red skirt
flowing in the wind as she closed her eyes in the midst of passion. She gave a
content sigh and walked back to the camp sight. There she watched as her fellow
Gypsies danced to their music feeling their souls reach out and grace the
world. She felt her blood begin to feel the rhythm of the guitar as her hands
moved slowly walking to her friends she joined them as they each danced one by
one putting their heart and soul out for their people to see. She was the most
beautiful gypsy her brown hair reaching down to her lower back, her skin so
fair and soft, her brown eyes sparkling like the stars. Her red skirt flowing
as she twirled to the rhythm her feet moving rapidly making the most unique
noise. Wearing a yellow blouse with a star and moon bodice she had seen the
design in a vision and created it herself. Her friends marveled at her
skill and the way she let the music take her, she was like a princess in this
camp, she was the princess. Daughter to the Chieftain, he had ordered his clan
to go into Hiding in the forests so that they could live and dress as they
please. So that they could have the freedom to live as whom they truly are.
When the music stopped she walked towards her families' tent and
changed into her night gown. The night was long and there was much to do in the
morning. She said good night to her family and off she went into a long
slumber. She tossed and turned as she began to dream, she dreamt of Blood on
the floor, a dark shadow cast over her, and finally a man, no; A Pirate taking
her in his arms and kissing her with passion. She awoke with a start and looked
around her breath heavy and shallow. She was trembling. Her eyes searching for
any sign of distress or something misplaced. When she put her fears at ease she
went back to sleep. Her thoughts were only to go to the fortune teller and find
the meaning in her dream. Little did anyone know that the Cosmos had
something in store for the gypsy princess, her life was about to change.
In the darkness of the night he watched them celebrate and drink. He
eyes the women and one caught his eye, but she was gone. Here he formulated a
plan, one to suit his nature. He will have her, she would be his, and blood
would be spilled if anyone got in the way. He smiled evilly as he signaled his
crew to move out of sight and towards a secluded cave away from the camp for
the night. He closed his eyes and began to dream of her, her touch, her hair,
her smile, her laugh, yes she would be his...........
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