Stefan’s Diaries: Origins Chapter 1

The day my life changed started issue like any other. It was a hot August afternoon in 1864, the weather so oppressive that even the flies stopped s state of struggleming around the barn. The servants children, who usu every(prenominal)y played wild games and shrieked as they ran from integrity job to another, were silent. The air was still, as if holding off on a long-awaited thunderstorm. Id planned to spend a few hours riding my horse, Mezzanotte, into the cool forest on the go on of Veritas Estatemy family home. Id packed my satchel with a book and was intent on simply escaping.That was what Id been doing most days that summer. I was seventeen and restless, ready neither to join the war onside my brother nor to have spawn teach me to run the estate. Every afternoon, I had the same hope that several hours of solitude would help me figure prohibited who I was and what I wanted to become. My quantify at the Boys Academy had ended last spring, and Father had made me hold of f on enrolling at the University of Virginia until the war had ended. Since then, Id been curiously stuck in the in-between. I was no longer a boy, not quite a human race, and utterly unsure of what to do with myself.The worst part was that I had no iodine to talk to. Damon, my brother, was with General Grooms army down in Atlanta, most of my boyhood friends were either about to be betrothed or on far-off battlefields themselves, and Father was constantly in his study.Gonna be a hot one our overseer, Robert, yelled from the edge of the barn, where he was watching two stable boys attempt to verification one of the horses Father had purchased at auction last week.Yep, I grunted. That was another problem While I yearned for someone to talk with, when presented with a conversation partner, I was never content. What I desperately wanted was to meet someone who could understand me, who could discuss real things like books and life, not just the weather. Robert was nice enough and one o f Fathers most trusted advisers, but he was so loud and brash that even a ten-minute conversation could leave me exhausted.Heard the latest? Robert asked, abandoning the horse to pass toward me. I groaned inwardly.I shook my head. Havent been reading the papers. Whats General Groom doing now? I asked, even though conversation about the war always unexpended me uneasy.Robert shielded his eyes from the sun as he shook his head. No, not the war. The animal attacks. The folks over at Griffins lost five chickens. All with gashes in their necks.I paused mid-step, the hairs on the back of my neck rising on end. All summer, reports of strange animal attacks had emerged from neighboring plantations. Usually, the animals were small, mostly chickens or geese, but in the historic few weeks someoneprobably Robert, after four or five tumblers of whiskeyhad begun a rumor that the attacks were the work of demons. I didnt believe that, but it was one more reminder that the world wasnt the same on e Id grown up in. Everything was changing, whether I wanted it to or not.Could have been a stray dog that killed them, I told Robert with an impatient wave of my hand, parroting the words Id overheard Father say to Robert last week. A breeze picked up, causing the horses to stomp their feet nervously.Well, then, I hope one of those stray dogs doesnt acknowledge you when youre out riding alone like you do every day. With that, Robert strode off toward the pasture.I walked into the cool, dark stable. The steady rhythm of the breathing and snorting of the horses relaxed me instantly. I pluck Mezzanottes brush from the wall and began combing through her smooth, coal-black coat. She whinnied in appreciation.Just then, the stable accession creaked open, and Father stepped in. A tall man, Father carried himself with so very much force and presence that he easily intimidated those who crossed his path. His face was lined with wrinkles that only added to his authority, and he wore a forma l morning coat, despite the heat.Stefan? Father called, glancing around the stalls. Even though hed lived at Veritas for years, hed probably only been in the stable a few times, preferring to have his horses prepared and brought straight to the door.I ducked out of Mezzanottes stall.Father picked his way toward the back of the stable. His eyes flicked over me, and I felt suddenly embarrassed for him to see me caked in sweat and dirt. We have stable boys for a reason, son.I know, I said, feeling as though Id disappointed him.Theres a time and a place for having fun with horses. But then theres the point when its time for a boy to stop playing and become a man. Father hit Mezzanotte on the flanks, hard. She snorted and took a step back.I clenched my jaw, waiting for him to retell me about how, when he was my age, hed moved to Virginia from Italy with only the clothes on his back. How hed fought and bargained to build a tiny, one-acre plot of land into what was now the two hundred acr es of Veritas Estate. How hed named it that because veritas was Latin for truth, because hed learned that as long as a man because hed learned that as long as a man searched for truth and fought deception, he didnt rent anything else in life.Father leaned against the door of the stall. Rosalyn Cartwright just sustaind her sixteenth birthday. Shes looking for a husband.Rosalyn Cartwright? I repeated. When we were twelve, Rosalyn had gone to a finishing school outside of Richmond, and I hadnt seen her in ages. She was a nondescript girl with mousy blond hair and dark-brown eyes in every memory I held of her, she wore a brown dress. Shed never been sunny and laughing, like Clementine Haverford, or flirty and feisty, like Amelia Hawke, or whip-smart and mischievous, like Sarah Brennan. She was simply a shadow in the background, content to trail along on all our childhood adventures but never to lead them.Y Rosalyn Cartwright. Father gave me onees. of his rare smiles, with the corners of his lips turned so slightly upward, one would hypothesize he was sneering if one did not know him well. Her father and I have been talking, and it seems the ideal union. Shes always been quite fond of you, Stefan.I dont know if Rosalyn Cartwright and I are a match, I mumbled, feeling as though the cool walls of the stable were closing in on me. Of course Father and Mr. Cartwright had been talking. Mr. Cartwright owned the pious platitude in town if Father had an alliance with him, it would be easy to expand Veritas even further. And if theyd been talking, it was as good as done that Rosalyn and I were to be man and wife.Of course you dont know, boy Father guffawed, slapping me on the back. He was in remarkably good spirits. My spirits, however, were sinking lower and lower with each word. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping this was all a bad dream. No boy your age knows whats good for him. Thats why you need to trust me. Im arranging a dinner for next week to celebrate the two of you. In the meantime, pay her a call. Get to know her. Compliment her. Let her fall in love with you. Father finished, taking my hand and atmospheric pressure a niche inside my palm.What about me? What if I dont want her to fall in love with me? I wanted to say. But I didnt. Instead, I shoved the box in my back pocket without glancing at its contents, then went back to attending to Mezzanotte, brushing her so hard, she snorted and stepped back in indignation.Im glad we had this talk, son, Father said. I waited for him to mark that Id barely said a word, to realize that it was absurd to ask me to marry a girl I hadnt spoken to in years.Father? I said, hoping he would say something to set me free from the fate hed laid out for me. I think October would be lovely for a wedding, my father said instead, letting the door bang shut behind him.I clenched my jaw in frustration. I thought back to our childhood, when Rosalyn and I would find ourselves pushed to sit together at Saturday bar becues and church socials. But the forced socialization simply hadnt worked, and as soon as we were old enough to choose our own playmates, Rosalyn and I went our separate ways. Our birth was going to be just as it was when we were ten years youngerignoring each other while dutifully making our parents happy. Except now, I established grimly, wed be bound together forever.