Timelapse:
Twenty years has't been perpetrated since yond fateful nocturnal nonce.
Twenty years of untroubled repose and sublime tranquility. The village, quite frankly, hath flourished mightily and exceedingly, heeding the passing of the lamented issue, Theudebert. His son, the esteemed Clovis Theudebert, hath assumed the role of issue, to the utmost delighteth of the natives, who is't art happily ensconced und'r his guidance and anon freely indulge in pastimes with Clovis, accompanied by his sparring mate, Dagobert, in the unfettered expanse of the untamed wild'rness.
Mast'r Clovis mounted upon his steed, with precise calculation.His hunteth'r eyes, keenly attuned, flickered with anticipation as that gent adjusted his arrow, the wood's rough texture a tangible reminder of his surroundings. Upon the gentle rustle of the bushes and, with a deft motion, alloweth the arrow flyeth.
His lips curled. With a piercing cut to the air the arrow struck and a blood spiraling groaneth hath fallen. Clovis hopped off his steed and apace wenteth ov'r,
- a dame, h'r hands boweth and arrow in handeth, h'r countenance beset with feareth.
A f'reign word then left h'r that from which we speak. Clovis gazed at h'r, his eyes then wenteth down.
-near his feet wast the headeth of a sir, still attached to the torso, falsing near his feet. Clovis but soft glanced up at h'r again and began to moveth near h'r.
The dame then didst holdeth t out, “D-Do not… doth not taketh a step!” The mistress strength not but has't been from the “Rus” yond gent thought to himself as yond gent v'ry much didst receiveth a few words. His moth'r hadst been from thence as well.
Clovis’s eyes flickered to h'r dusteth clung visage. Yond gent seemed to beest enchanted Coequal at which moment the dame inched in with a tremor, yond gent stayed the same mann'r. Utterly dazed. H'r ocean blue eyes w're turbulent, as if hath hath kept thousands of legends untold. H'r hair wast the col'r of the travelling lamp. Those gents cascaded h'r moon-like visage, though w're arguably short. His eyes then traveled to the dip of h'r collarbone. Thence yond gent hath hath caught the glimpse of metal. T wast a aurum ornament.
The dame belike wasn’t a slave ere eith'r.
“What is thy name…?”
The mistress only gazed down, puckering at h'r lips.
The dame tried to f'rm the words but failed t'rribly. T wast gross in senseth, the mistress hadst been subjected to berattle and perchance w're to again.
“Listen… I shalt doth nay harmeth to you… Nay harm… Yond gent parted his arms. The dame only though didst holdeth the weapon still aimed at yond gent.
Clovis didst receiveth on his feet. The dame glanced at yond gent with furrowed brows. Yond gent then patted the dusteth of himself, “If thee wish… thee can cometh 'longeth with me… to mineth owneth village.”
At which moment the dame stayed hath hath kept and watched yond gent, yond gent heaved a sigheth, “May Deity holp you… a murmur left his lips. Yond gent then turned to leaveth.
“W-Where… is this village o-of yours? Clovis’s eyes subtly widened as yond gent then turned to seeth h'r. H'r weapon wast lowered anon as the dame gazed at yond gent.
“Not too far… yond gent murmured once m're.