Hope and Hostility

Author's Note: The Mr. Darcy in this story is based on the character from the 2005 film, based on Jane Austen's novel. It will also be a Mr. Darcy/OC and an alternate universe.

Disclaimer: I own everything that is not already recognizable from the film or book.

Prologue:

A Story of Truth

Before my mother died, she said to me: "If you cannot live, write. If you cannot write, read. Then you shall soon find your way in life again." My mother was not a writer or teacher. She was a well-educated daughter of an English aristocrat and London-born heiress.

After she died, of the malaria epidemic that his England in 1791 which two years later went to the Americas might I add, I did resort to writing because in truth, I was lost. My mother left behind a wealthy family that consisted of me, Diane Eyre, who was thirteen years old at the time, my sister Helen Eyre, who was fifteen at the time, and my brother Gabriel Eyre, who was seventeen years old.

My father, Edward, who was forty years old, soon left home to find comfort on the crying shoulder of alcohol and gambling; we only saw him two more times after that. He died three years later in a hunting accident. Let's just say his rifle was aimed in the wrong direction, shall we?

I bet you wanted to read this story because of its unrealistic romance of the heroes and heroines and the misfortunes that trouble them, not of some young woman who is now parentless and only has her brother and sister to hang on to. Well, I am sorry dear reader. You want to read fictional drama, yet I write of love's boundaries and the dangers that life holds for the dear characters and what they must overcome.

Instead, you have come to read a story of fact; a story of love; a story of sadness; you have come to read a story of truth.

Please read and review…I will have the next chapter up by next week! Oh, and by the way-- the chapters will be alot longer than this! Flames are welcome.