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=Caprice’s backstory, Awakening and induction into the Guardians of the Veil=  
 
=Caprice’s backstory, Awakening and induction into the Guardians of the Veil=  
  
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'''Grow Faster'''
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'''Growing Fast'''
  
 
*Paris 29.10.1729: Sophie Bernadette is born to the Duke and Duchess De La Vallière, youngest of three surviving daughters.   
 
*Paris 29.10.1729: Sophie Bernadette is born to the Duke and Duchess De La Vallière, youngest of three surviving daughters.   
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'''Into Nightmare'''
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'''Nightmare Awakening'''
  
 
*Le Clercq’s farmhouse, Spring 1749:  At her wits’ end as relations with her brutal husband spiral ever more into unrelenting nightmare, escape plan after escape plan fails and the world seems to tighten into a noose around her, Sophie-‘Andrea’ settles on more extreme measures.  One night she doses Le Clercq’s bottle heavily with sleeping drops and as he proceeds to gets drunk as usual, she manages to sneak his knife away from his belt.  Safety precaution purely, but in a few more moments it will save her life.  Her plan was that he should fall asleep and sleep deep and long;  she would not rue it if he never woke up again either,  but she intends to be far from here come morning and never find out.  Nightmare, however, proceeds as Le Clercq drinks himself into...   
 
*Le Clercq’s farmhouse, Spring 1749:  At her wits’ end as relations with her brutal husband spiral ever more into unrelenting nightmare, escape plan after escape plan fails and the world seems to tighten into a noose around her, Sophie-‘Andrea’ settles on more extreme measures.  One night she doses Le Clercq’s bottle heavily with sleeping drops and as he proceeds to gets drunk as usual, she manages to sneak his knife away from his belt.  Safety precaution purely, but in a few more moments it will save her life.  Her plan was that he should fall asleep and sleep deep and long;  she would not rue it if he never woke up again either,  but she intends to be far from here come morning and never find out.  Nightmare, however, proceeds as Le Clercq drinks himself into...   
  
*... the blackest rage, ranting he drinks, awake ever more awake... what was in those damned drops...  she must pre-empt him, must she not...  there was a knife, he doesn’t have it anymore does he... must remember but what...  get away...  think... wading backwards wading wading...  feet tangled so slow, must get out, out...  how to remember...  so slow too slow the door at her back now but no latch, no, no latch...  he will hear, he will hear...  his hunched back... a handle, the axe!... his bullish back... there is nothing but his back now, too large, no space to breathe can’t breathe...  no door... hated firewood-making... not long now, hurry but too slow, move and move, split your way out...  through that back... neck...  like the wood...  head shifting round as the axe swings to meet him...  so much blood...  on his feet now weaving drunk howling mute...  axe again, blood and gristle and it slips away... his drunk fingers grabbling for the knife that is somewhere...  must remember...  his fists fly and now she also is bleeding...  stumbling... his booted feet now.... more boots than two, multiplying... she remembers where she has his knife but too late, boots growing more ever more as she shrinks in on herself –  
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*''... the blackest of rages...  ranting, drinking...  ever more awake... what was in those damned drops...  she must pre-empt him, must she not...  there was a knife... he doesn’t have it... must remember but what...  get away...  think... wading backwards...  feet tangled in mud...  get out...  somewhere... how to remember...  so slow to move...  door at her back but there’s no latch, no latch...  he will hear, he will hear...  his back filling her vision... a handle, the axe!... his bullish back... there is nothing but the vision of his back now, can’t breathe...  no door... the hated firewood-making... not long now, hurry can’t move, move...  cut your way out...  through that back... neck...  like the wood...  head shifting round as the axe swings to meet him...  so much blood...  on his feet now weaving drunk howling mute...  axe again, blood and gristle and it slips away... his drunk fingers grabbling for the knife that is somewhere...  must remember...  his fists fly and now she also is bleeding...  stumbling... his booted feet now.... more boots than two, multiplying... she remembers where his knife is now but too late...  boots growing more ever more as she shrinks in on herself –''
  
*''– there has to be a way.  A way, a purpose.  A purpose, a way.''  
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*''– there has to be a way.  A way, a purpose.  A purpose, a way.  And with that, finally, the mirror shatters, the way opens.  Why was it so hard?''   
 
 
*''And with that, finally, the mirror shatters, the way opens.  Why was it so hard?''   
 
  
 
*''Walking through Grandmother’s Versailles garden.  Sunlit, lily flowers dripping, crimson blood dripping...  the crumbly back wall where Andrea and she once carved their names into the same stone...  has she been here before?  It is pristine this wall, lichen warm under her fingertips;  as she lifts her startlingly red finger tracing her initials, the blood quickens, sinks into the stone, silvering;  whose blood, merged bloods?  Red lilies, quicksilver lilies.  Clear.  Beauty, tranquil, this is the way.  Where is Andrea?  It is clear her friend’s name lives elsewhere, and that is also the way.  A moment of clarity and pure contentment;  which will not last.''   
 
*''Walking through Grandmother’s Versailles garden.  Sunlit, lily flowers dripping, crimson blood dripping...  the crumbly back wall where Andrea and she once carved their names into the same stone...  has she been here before?  It is pristine this wall, lichen warm under her fingertips;  as she lifts her startlingly red finger tracing her initials, the blood quickens, sinks into the stone, silvering;  whose blood, merged bloods?  Red lilies, quicksilver lilies.  Clear.  Beauty, tranquil, this is the way.  Where is Andrea?  It is clear her friend’s name lives elsewhere, and that is also the way.  A moment of clarity and pure contentment;  which will not last.''   
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*New York City, Winter 1749-50:  '''Black Veil'''. The tutor in charge of ‘leading Caprice astray’ is Minotaur. On being given the ‘wrong’ instruction, Caprice smiles and goes right around Minotaur’s back to Ysengrim... where Minotaur  steps out of the woodwork with a pleased smile.   
 
*New York City, Winter 1749-50:  '''Black Veil'''. The tutor in charge of ‘leading Caprice astray’ is Minotaur. On being given the ‘wrong’ instruction, Caprice smiles and goes right around Minotaur’s back to Ysengrim... where Minotaur  steps out of the woodwork with a pleased smile.   
  
*New York City, early 1750:  Guardian of the Veil, Caprice joins her new Cabal and sets out for Albany to embark on yet another new life with this newly emerging ‘family’...
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*New York City, early 1750:  Guardian of the Veil, Caprice joins her new Cabal and sets out for Albany to embark on yet another new life with this newly created ‘family’...
 
 
 
 
 
 
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