Author's Note: First fanfic ever. I saw Cold Mountain and have read the book a few times and my heart went out to Inman, through every thing he endured and underwent just to get home. So, this story is about another character that I think he deserved to meet—one that helps him on his way home.
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Cold Mountain, the characters or the story...or the mountain and town itslef, nor the short excerpt from Dumas' The Three Musketeers (which appears in a later chapter).
Chapter 1: A pale moon rises
Night had fallen. The sun slipped quietly behind the mountaintops just as it had done every night, casting its hues of pink, purple and blue across the sky. Another day of work done, but she knew better than to feel regret, self-pity—no. Instead, each day was welcomed as best as it could, with its challenges and surprises. Maggie tossed about under her thick quilt. The heavier winter snows were on their way. Soon, the sky would be layered with thick, gray, snow clouds, but not yet, not this night. She gazed lazily out the window opposite her bed in the cabin—the crescent, pale moon was on the rise. The simple beauty of the mountain winter still fascinated her. A yawn crept to her face and she nestled deeper under the thick quilt, closing her eyes to the rising moon and the beginning of night. Tomorrow would be another day.
Sorry, short chapter. The rest are longer and will be posted soon.