The Perfect Fit - A Psychic Romance, Laney's Past Life & Love Read Online Free Page A
Author: TY Gister
fire, I spend the afternoon reliving those memories, allowing the images to flood my mind and soon I'm frantically writing.
Chapter 3
I have no idea how long ago it was, but it's definitely feels like France, probably about the twelfth or thirteenth century. I'm not particularly good at history but for some reason that sort of time period feels right. I'm a young woman in my late teens, early twenties. I'm wearing a light blue dress with a white apron. We live in busy town, which appears to be quite high up, as I can see tall peaks around me and below the skyline is a heavy forest of what looks like pine trees.
My father is an important man in the town and it feels like he is in a position of authority, I don't think they had mayors then but it was that kind of thing. I took an active part in town life and enjoyed teaching the younger children. Well it was more play than teaching but the kids were great fun. But all the time, I was aware of my attention being pulled towards the trees, to a place just beyond them.
Heather guided me to a point in time where I could see more clearly, what was going on. It turned out that there on the outskirts of the wood was where the love of my life lived. He was an artisan, a musician and good with words. He lived a strange life, following the 'old ways'. He understood herbs and worked with nature's elements. Robust, with a strong physique able to provide for himself and his parents until they'd died. The town's people were aware of his abilities and when the medic couldn't solve their ailments, they would soon head off in Jeanne Pierre's direction.
The previous summer, the young daughter of a friend of mine had been taken ill and after several days there was no improvement. My father would not condone seeking outside help and especially not from someone who for all intents and purposes was practising a form of witchcraft. However I was not prepared to watch the child fade away. I secretly took my friend and her child to see Jeanne Pierre.
There was something about him, the moment I saw him. My heart leapt out towards him before we'd even spoken. I felt as if I'd loved him for years, even though I'd never seen him before. Putting his axe down and leaving the unsplit log he looked at me, smiled and then his attention went straight to the child.
In seconds he had her in his arms, listening to my friend and checking for symptoms. About an hour later, with mother and daughter seated comfortably indoors, he and I walked together outside. It turned out that regular visits were required, consequently over that summer we became close and I would often visit Jeanne Pierre on my own.
I arrived at his place late one afternoon, with a simple picnic for us both. He'd mentioned there was somewhere he wanted to show me and we set off straight away. We walked for some time, laughing and joking and then he told me to close my eyes.
Until that point, we'd never physically touched each other. As he took my hand gently in his own. My heart jumped. My senses seemed to explode so much so I was convinced he must be able to feel it. Swallowing deeply and silent now, I allowed him to lead me. Guiding me over bumps, around stumps and avoiding stray branches, it wasn't lost on me how considerate he was and how well he knew the territory.
The ground started to feel different under my feet and we soon came to a stop. Turning to me, he told me that this place was special to him and that he'd never shared it with anyone before.
When I opened my eyes, I could see why it was so special. The mountains seemed so close and framed the scene, one was strangely flat in several places forming plateaus, which looked like steps. We were standing at the edge of a small lake, with grassy banks in places and other areas were tiny concentrations of shale and small pebbles. It was the stuff of fairy tales and it was made all the more magical because it felt as if we were the only people who knew it was here.
We walked a
Chapter 3
I have no idea how long ago it was, but it's definitely feels like France, probably about the twelfth or thirteenth century. I'm not particularly good at history but for some reason that sort of time period feels right. I'm a young woman in my late teens, early twenties. I'm wearing a light blue dress with a white apron. We live in busy town, which appears to be quite high up, as I can see tall peaks around me and below the skyline is a heavy forest of what looks like pine trees.
My father is an important man in the town and it feels like he is in a position of authority, I don't think they had mayors then but it was that kind of thing. I took an active part in town life and enjoyed teaching the younger children. Well it was more play than teaching but the kids were great fun. But all the time, I was aware of my attention being pulled towards the trees, to a place just beyond them.
Heather guided me to a point in time where I could see more clearly, what was going on. It turned out that there on the outskirts of the wood was where the love of my life lived. He was an artisan, a musician and good with words. He lived a strange life, following the 'old ways'. He understood herbs and worked with nature's elements. Robust, with a strong physique able to provide for himself and his parents until they'd died. The town's people were aware of his abilities and when the medic couldn't solve their ailments, they would soon head off in Jeanne Pierre's direction.
The previous summer, the young daughter of a friend of mine had been taken ill and after several days there was no improvement. My father would not condone seeking outside help and especially not from someone who for all intents and purposes was practising a form of witchcraft. However I was not prepared to watch the child fade away. I secretly took my friend and her child to see Jeanne Pierre.
There was something about him, the moment I saw him. My heart leapt out towards him before we'd even spoken. I felt as if I'd loved him for years, even though I'd never seen him before. Putting his axe down and leaving the unsplit log he looked at me, smiled and then his attention went straight to the child.
In seconds he had her in his arms, listening to my friend and checking for symptoms. About an hour later, with mother and daughter seated comfortably indoors, he and I walked together outside. It turned out that regular visits were required, consequently over that summer we became close and I would often visit Jeanne Pierre on my own.
I arrived at his place late one afternoon, with a simple picnic for us both. He'd mentioned there was somewhere he wanted to show me and we set off straight away. We walked for some time, laughing and joking and then he told me to close my eyes.
Until that point, we'd never physically touched each other. As he took my hand gently in his own. My heart jumped. My senses seemed to explode so much so I was convinced he must be able to feel it. Swallowing deeply and silent now, I allowed him to lead me. Guiding me over bumps, around stumps and avoiding stray branches, it wasn't lost on me how considerate he was and how well he knew the territory.
The ground started to feel different under my feet and we soon came to a stop. Turning to me, he told me that this place was special to him and that he'd never shared it with anyone before.
When I opened my eyes, I could see why it was so special. The mountains seemed so close and framed the scene, one was strangely flat in several places forming plateaus, which looked like steps. We were standing at the edge of a small lake, with grassy banks in places and other areas were tiny concentrations of shale and small pebbles. It was the stuff of fairy tales and it was made all the more magical because it felt as if we were the only people who knew it was here.
We walked a
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