Wednesday, December 3, 2008

here goes nothing..Prologue of the inherritance.

The Inheritance
by Ezzah Ruzaini;

It was in the dead of night. A blurry figure of a woman wearing a long hooded cloak was visible through the dim lighting of the lamp-posts that were lining the street called Railey Street where the most oldest and most finest of houses stood in the lush greenery of the Tannica forest surrounding the small village called Oakshire. The village which once was said to be a royal domain of magical creatures and people with magical powers over elements of the earth was long forgotten after the rumour was denied by the goverment and the only people left there were of the ancient families which lived there centuries ago. Railey Street was the only street in the village where the rich lived. The population of the village was no where near 3000 and there were only two roads from the outside that could bring a person to such a place. There was no doubt that the people who lived in Oakshire loved peace and nature. The woman,that seemed to be in a rush was walking briskly towards the end of the street where a double-story Victorian mansion stood. The mansion was clearly the biggest and finest house in the whole village.

She was infinitely carrying a baby as could be seen seeming that her cloak was blown aback by the humid night air. She was walking rather hurriedly and looked back once in a while. The woman,who was in her near thirties had ebony black hair and vivid emerald coloured eyes. her pale skin shone through the dark night. The baby in her hands bore a very small difference to her mother as her features were the same except for her dark blond hair which made her even more eye-catching than her mother though she was still so very young.

The woman walked straight through the mansion without even bothering to open the gate and the front door which surprisingly opened itself and closed in a squeaky manner just as the woman walked through. The woman rushed upstairs and set the baby down in a cradle while swiftly she ran and took out a chest from a nearby room and mumbled a chant under her breath. There was a small noise and a hole appeared the wall as three bricks feel. She shoved the chest inside the wall and chanted again. the wall now looked like it had never been touched and the bricks were gone. she took a step to the baby who was already asleep and left a note in her pocket. she was sobbing silently as she slipped a locket around the baby's neck. Suddenly there was a crash downstairs and low murmurs could be heard. The woman kissed the baby's forehead quickly and began a chant. in a moment,the cradle was all that was left.

Not soon after,a group of men broke down the door of the room the woman was in and a loud fight broke off. The woman tried her best to protect herself as the fight climaxed and the sound of loud booming that came from the chants of the women and men grew louder. At last,there was a loud shriek and everything became silent.


*this is just a draft of how the story begins..i'll write more when i have the time. ps;this is under my copywright so any copying or retyping or redo's of the story will be sued! haha.thanks! :D**

1 comment:

Ольга Петрова said...

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