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Archipelago
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Harold smiled and chuckled. This is why he had liked Bette. She saw more there than other people had. Bette smiled and rested her hand once more. “But that’s just what I see, tell me Mr. Carvington, why do you like this piece so much?”
Harold leaned against the wall and lost his self staring at the statue. “You’re right Ms. Porter, this statue isn’t going to be in the exhibit. Much like your passion for art, I have always harbored a passion for history. Do you know much about Ancient European History, Ms. Porter?” Bette shook her head.
“What I learned from college but I’ve never really dwelled on the subject,” she smiled. Harold had thought as much.
“Of course not. You seem to strike me as someone who concentrates on the here and now.” Harold continue to smile coming off the wall, his eyes still locked onto the statue. “Allow me to enlighten you then, if I may be so bold.” he stated. Bette smiled in compliance but it didn’t seem to matter as Harold’s gaze never flashed towards her.
“The Spartan’s, from which this statue originated, were a very militiaristic society. When a baby was born, if the baby wasn’t expected to grow up normally or had a defect or something of the nature, they threw them over the waterfalls. If the baby was a girl, she grew up in service making food, clothing, whatever to support the army. If the baby was a boy, he was sent off to a form of boot camp around 6 or 7 years of age.
The Spartan’s only ever met with the oppositte ***** to procreate so homosexuality was common and encouraged amongst the ranks, this way they wouldn’t be distracted when they were battling or go AWOL, so to speak, when it was time to mobilize. In turn units became very close being able to rely on each other and giving them incredible courage in the face of unspeakable odds. They loved each other more than brothers and would die for everyone of them. This created one of the most incredible fighting forces ever to come out of ancient times.” Harold finshed still lost in his statue.
Bette studied Harold for a moment. “I thought you said you didn’t know anything about art,” she protested in a smile.
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Yay aussie ur back and i didnt have to wait!! Ok so now i have to read the story I’ll be right back.LOL
God, your good ! I can’t believe this is your first fic. You left us hanging with Shane/Carmen , I can’t wait to read the next one!! 5 stars!!!
great story,your one of the better fanfic writers i’ve came across, you seem to know the characters well. hope to read more soon
oh, and forgot to add, just a suggestion, and this is the only fault i could find, maybe leave a double space when you change scenes, i got a little confused
An Archipelago is a series of small islands surrounded by a huge body of water, luvs_the_l-word. I felt that information I gave were small islands surrounded by a bigger story.
RedFrog I shall put in Double Spaces next time since you believe it would allow the story to flow better. Thank you for the constructive criticism.
and i forgot to mention that your grammar was excellent!!
Okay so i lied, i wasn’t going to come right back but hey at least i came back to tell you how amazing this story is and just out of curiousity how did you come up with the title and what does it mean? i have a feeling that I will be asking that question over and over again. Can’t wait for your next installment please post soon!!!
i was reading it again (cuz i just cant get enough of ur stories) and i noticed something does the mysterious black book in the beginning have anything to do with the black book that jenny’s mom had? just another question and thanx for answering my other one i jus love ur titles!!