Cecily *A Civil War Story*

[Blonde]

Chapter Eleven!!!!



Chapter Eleven


Cecily and Vivian rushed through their schoolwork and when they were done they were dreading their Lady Lessons. “Hey, Cecily we could get Clair to come with us!” Vivian smiled.
“Yes, she might give us extra protection. I’ve heard that the enlisting offices can be a little rough.”


After Lady Lessons the three girls marched down town to the office. They all paraded through the door, heads held high. But, suddenly the thought of what they were doing over whelmed them and they hung back. Suddenly Clair stood her full height and stomped over to the desk. “Sir we are looking for Vincent Brown.” The man at the desk slowly looked up. He was an older man, in his late fifties. He had a thin black mustache and small beady black eyes.
“My girl do have any idea where you are?”
“Of course I do, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t know where I was.” She looked icily at the man, “Do you know where Vincent Brown is?”
“Down the hall in room three.” The man said obviously surprised. They started walking down the hall when the man suddenly stood up and yelled, “Wait a second! You can’t go in there!” Vivian turned to him and snarled,
“There is a damsel in distress who wants to see her true love to say goodbye! How you could you be so heartless!” The man was taken aback and didn’t say anything more. Cecily’s courage left her once they were standing outside room three.
“I don’t want to go in there,” She whispered.
“Oh Cecily go on!” Vivian said as she gave her a little shove, “Come on,” she said to Clair, “we’d better go.” And with that they walked out of the office… Cecily took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
“Who is it?” Cecily recognized Vincent’s voice.
“It’s me.”
“Who- Oh my gosh! Don’t come in!” Vincent yelled.
“Why!” Cecily pleaded.
“Hush… ’Cause I have my uniform on.” What a lame excuse! Cecily thought
“Well,” She paused for a moment, “If you don’t open the door and come out I’m coming in!” There was a short pause before the door was swung open. Vincent stepped out and looked at her. He’s taller than I remember. Cecily thought.
“Well, what do you want?” he asked softly.
“I came here to say goodbye.” She looked down and suddenly she hugged him. She didn’t care what he thought but she did it, and within a few seconds he was hugging her back. They were both pulled back to reality when they heard heavy foot steps in the hall. Cecily whirled around and faced another soldier.
“Excuse me!” He exclaimed, obviously embarrassed. Cecily giggled softly in spite of herself.
“Well, I guess this is… Goodbye.” Cecily held back tears.
“Goodbye.” She couldn’t take it anymore. She spun around and flew out of the enlisting office…


Only one more chapter left!!!!!

 

[Blonde]

At last... The last chapter.......



Chapter Twelve






The next day Cecily went for a walk in her favorite spot. It was filled with weeping willow trees and fiery maple ones. In the middle was a rustic red bench. 
She sighed as she stepped out the door, wrapped in a fleecy shawl and a stylish bonnet. She walked a 1/2-mile west, then cut through a desolate field. She looked up, the snappy wind blowing against her face; her shawl was blowing out in the wind behind her as she trudged on. 


She could see the trees in the distance, flowing like fire in the distance; except for the bright evergreens, their feathery coppice standing out in the horizon. Cecily was deep in thought about Vincent. If he were to leave and probably die, what would she do? She could never love anyone as much as she adored Vincent! Even John, charming as he was, would not stand with her through the trials of life like Vincent would; that she knew. When you compared Vincent and John it was as if you were comparing night and day. 
Ten minutes later she reached the forest, and upon walking for five minutes reached her favorite bench under the willow. The willow branches drooped down and created a filmy shroud in which the bench was surrounded. It was her favorite place, so peaceful and quiet.

A place were she could lie down and relax; forgetting all of her depressing problems, shedding them off as she imagined. 
Cecily sat down on the bench and closed her eyes, remembering her girlhood, the times when her, Clair, and Vivian giggled and laughed over ridiculous things with not a care in the world! She revealed her old thoughts, interests, and ideas for the man she would marry out in the open where she could reflect upon them and laugh. 
Eventually she fell asleep. She slept for thirty minutes, dreaming of Vincent leaning over her and talking. Her eyelashes fluttered and then snapped awake! Vincent was talking to her! There he was, his honest face gazing at hers. His brown, mischievous eyes were filled with grief. 
"So Cecily,” He began, sitting on the ground next to the bench. Cecily slid up and sat upward. Vincent sat next to her.
"How did you find me, Vincent?"
"I like this spot, too. It was a surprise to see you here as it was to you."
"Oh, Vincent!"

Cecily broke down into the tears she hadn't shed, "Why must you go? Fighting for nothing, no reason?"
Vincent looked puzzled, "Fighting, what do you mean?"
Cecily looked up, sniffing, "The note that you sent me..don't you remember?"
Vincent studied his hat in his hands, then crushed it in his fist, "It wasn't me who sent that note."
"Who, then?"
"It was John. John Turner."
"Why would he want to do that?"
"He knows you like me and he wants you to forget about me."
Cecily froze, "So it was him who said all those things in the note...not you?"
"Yes, what are you getting at?"
"He said in the note that you loved me, but if it wasn't you talking than...than..."
Vincent put his hand up to her face and looked down at her smiling, than he stood up taking her with him.
"You'd as soon listen to that liar as me?"
"Y-you don't love me? -" Her eyes widened.
"I do love you, Cecily Eirene Kohler; always have, always will." He leaned closer and Cecily buried her face in his chest.


"Oh, Vincent. I love you too. Better than anything in the world." She lifted her head to be kissed, he smiled and leaned closer; Cecily was excited, about to receive her first kiss! Then suddenly, he straightened and kissed her forehead.
She turned purple, "VINCENT!"
Vincent laughed till he had tears in his eyes, wiping them off, he chuckled, "What did I ever do to you?"
Cecily stood on tip-toe and was about to kiss him when she slapped his face! "So there!"
Vincent didn't think that was funny. He shrugged it off though and smiled, wrapping his arm around her. "Cecily I've already got your fathers permission, it just lies with you." He stepped back and looked at her eager expression, "Will you marry me?"
Cecily leapt into his arms with joy! "I will! I so will!"
Vincent drew her close and kissed her. Cecily was swooped up into the sky, ecstatic that she was engaged. Vincent handed her a ring, "I hope you like it,"
"Oh Vincent," Cecily's eyes shone, "I shall cherish it always."



They walked home together, Cecily crying and laughing; Vincent pleased to pieces. 
When she arrived at her house, they quaintly kissed good-bye and a blushing Cecily screamed for her maid to get Cecily and Clair!













Epilogue


Finally after many bloody and gruesome battles, Vincent came home. He brought bad news. The Turner brothers had died along with many others. But despite all of the misery Cecily Kohler became Cecily Brown. They settled down in a quaint little cottage in the town were they had first met and lived alongside their friends till the day they died…

 

[WooingWyandotte]

Wow, gurl. Filled up three pages of story. Nice.

 

[onlyme8]

I just read it all..did you write the whole thing?

 

[Symphony]

Lovely story! You wrote all of that?

 

[WooingWyandotte]

Quote:
Me & Blonde wrote it together...as a sort of Thanksgiving surprise for Idybityprettylidy, whom we both know in person. She was 'Cecily' and we both made up Vincent. It was very fun! Blonde is a good writer and it was a pleasure to write with her. Soon, actually, when Mitty is at an end I want to write a piece of historical fiction. Especially if it was about my ancestors, but unfortunately I don't know much about where I came from.

 

[onlyme8]

Quote:
Me & Blonde wrote it together...as a sort of Thanksgiving surprise for Idybityprettylidy, whom we both know in person. She was 'Cecily' and we both made up Vincent. It was very fun! Blonde is a good writer and it was a pleasure to write with her. Soon, actually, when Mitty is at an end I want to write a piece of historical fiction. Especially if it was about my ancestors, but unfortunately I don't know much about where I came from.

That's really cool

It's awesome that there are such great writers on BYC.

And that sounds like it would be a neat story, I would definetly read it.

 

[WooingWyandotte]

Quote:
Me & Blonde wrote it together...as a sort of Thanksgiving surprise for Idybityprettylidy, whom we both know in person. She was 'Cecily' and we both made up Vincent. It was very fun! Blonde is a good writer and it was a pleasure to write with her. Soon, actually, when Mitty is at an end I want to write a piece of historical fiction. Especially if it was about my ancestors, but unfortunately I don't know much about where I came from.

That's really cool

It's awesome that there are such great writers on BYC.

And that sounds like it would be a neat story, I would definetly read it.

:3 Thanks. BYC is really a great place to post stories, IMO. You get a lot of different input and ideas, even though the stories aren't always about chickens.

 

[Blonde]

Quote:
That's really cool

It's awesome that there are such great writers on BYC.

And that sounds like it would be a neat story, I would definetly read it.

:3 Thanks. BYC is really a great place to post stories, IMO. You get a lot of different input and ideas, even though the stories aren't always about chickens.

You really need to write that historical fiction! I can't wait to read it! I should try one about my family history

but like you i don't know that much...

 

[Blonde]

Hey WooingWyandotte we should write a sequel!