Archive for September 2005

Heather's introduction

24 Sep, 2005 |

 

The explosion shook the castle and made poor Heather shriek with freight. She knew exactly what it was because she felt the castle itself scream out of panic although that knowledge did little to calm her nerves; the oak doors had been destroyed.

 

Could that boy have done this? She was running down the stairs at this point, not scared but more curious. She had long given up on being scared, spending so much time in an orphanage, you either fell inside of yourself or grew strong enough to not care. Heather was strong.

 

The whispers from the walls were still echoing around her so fast that she could not make it out although she caught bits about a boy in a heavy hooded cloak standing at the doorway where the doors of the castle once stood.

 

Who was this boy? Why hadn't the instructors mentioned another one was coming? Heather could not answer these questions, there were so many mysteries when coming to this place. Including how she had even got here. She could not even explain exactly how that had happened...a car ride..maybe?

 

She was in an orphanage not more then 2 months ago, when she started having reoccurring dreams and nightmares. She didn't think anything of it really until she received a letter saying she was to be transfered. The head of the orphanage did not entirely care, but mentioned something about a school far away had requested her and that it would be a good opportunity. Heather had packed her things and then was in a car for what seemed like days, and now for two months she was here.

 

She learned that she and another three were brought here because they had special gifts and powers that needed to be trained and honed. They would not be allowed to leave the castle grounds until they could knock the front door down. The very door that this boy had just destroyed! Heather and the other three could barely make the door shake, and they had been here for two months!

 

Heather had no idea what they were on about until the youngest boy, Donald, had a fit that had somehow destroyed his room. The instructors did not seem to worried about this and merely stated that causing such destruction was no way to act and he would still not be getting ice-cream. They had acted like this was the most normal thing in the world, even though it obviously was not.

 

Now another, a fifth kid and third boy was here and had destroyed the door that had so far withstood all of them. How did he do this?

 

Heather stopped at the last step just as lightning flashed outside, illuminating the figure now standing where the doors once were. He was young... as young as she was, she guessed. He stood with his hands behind his back and grinned as if very pleased with himself. He was looking around until he spotted her staring at him. He pulled his hood off as if to get a better look and she noticed that he had very black hair and bright grey eyes. He face was pale, but clear and he looked a little malnourished. There was deep intelligence behind those eyes though...they held stories and knowledge that Heather did not.

 

He smiled at her, and she could not help but smile back. He did not say anything, but continued to examine her with an inquisitive eye. Heather could not turn away from him, no matter how hard she tried.

 

At once, all of the instructors, all twenty of them were in the hall. Some of them had looks of awe, others of terror. They were whispering to each other and stopped for a moment while trying to decide what to do with this new arrival.

 

The older instructors walked to the boy and escorted him away, talking quietly and low. The boy turned his head to see Heather once again, gave her a knowing nod and winked. Madam Lankey, the house keeper and near mother to them all, noticed Heather standing on the steps and went over to her.

 

"Heather, dear." She said with a week smile. "Heather...you should be asleep dear. Please go back to your room."

 

Heather mumbled an okay and started walking carefully and quietly back up the steps to her room, still blushing and smiling to herself. She raked her hand across the wall and heard it whisper to her, "He's quite cute, isn't he?"

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