((I have started to compile what I call the Buttercup Chronicles: funny name, serious story and if i get good reviews I will continue this. I have the first three books written at my house in the DoE guild town so I'll see how my first book does on the forums...))
The warm, crackling fire danced in a stone fireplace in a small house. Two red curtains hung on either side of the fireplace with suits of armor placed in front of them. Bookcases and cushioned chairs had been situated in one of the corners of the room while boxes and a chest rested in the opposite corner. A maroon rug stretched across the whole floor, connecting the two opposite areas and bringing the focus back to the bright fire with a few wooden chairs snuggled around it.
The fire light flickered across the room and cast dark shadows in parts of the area. The glow was not as harsh on the female figure sitting casually in one of the wooden seats. She had short black hair and wore a green dress with lovely embroidery on it. Her skin was white as snow but in the warming light of the fire, it was barely noticeable. What was noticeable was her face, beautiful in many aspects with smooth skin and two bright emerald eyes but her expression was troubled. Her eye brows creased down and a deep frown was on her lips. Her jade colored eyes watched the fire intently, sometimes following a wisp of flame reach up towards the stone before it had to flicker back down. All the while she watched, the clock ticked endlessly on its place on the wall. It ticked away every second and minute, its hands constantly moving at a steady, unending rate.
Suddenly, a sound that came neither from the fire or clock resounded throughout the house. It caused the woman to jump at the loud bang and whirl her head towards the door behind her. A fright rose in her and she glanced to the sword beside her. With a shaking hand, she lifted her weapon and stood on uneasy legs. She inched towards the door and froze with her hand on the door knob. Her heart was beating wildly and she couldn't make her legs stop quivering. An uneasy breath entered her lips and she pulled the door opened slowly. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened, releasing a scream of horror that abruptly ended when a darkness came in and surrounded her.
Buttercup Chronicles
The Flickering Light
The Flickering Light
The warm, crackling fire danced in a stone fireplace in a small house. Two red curtains hung on either side of the fireplace with suits of armor placed in front of them. Bookcases and cushioned chairs had been situated in one of the corners of the room while boxes and a chest rested in the opposite corner. A maroon rug stretched across the whole floor, connecting the two opposite areas and bringing the focus back to the bright fire with a few wooden chairs snuggled around it.
The fire light flickered across the room and cast dark shadows in parts of the area. The glow was not as harsh on the female figure sitting casually in one of the wooden seats. She had short black hair and wore a green dress with lovely embroidery on it. Her skin was white as snow but in the warming light of the fire, it was barely noticeable. What was noticeable was her face, beautiful in many aspects with smooth skin and two bright emerald eyes but her expression was troubled. Her eye brows creased down and a deep frown was on her lips. Her jade colored eyes watched the fire intently, sometimes following a wisp of flame reach up towards the stone before it had to flicker back down. All the while she watched, the clock ticked endlessly on its place on the wall. It ticked away every second and minute, its hands constantly moving at a steady, unending rate.
Suddenly, a sound that came neither from the fire or clock resounded throughout the house. It caused the woman to jump at the loud bang and whirl her head towards the door behind her. A fright rose in her and she glanced to the sword beside her. With a shaking hand, she lifted her weapon and stood on uneasy legs. She inched towards the door and froze with her hand on the door knob. Her heart was beating wildly and she couldn't make her legs stop quivering. An uneasy breath entered her lips and she pulled the door opened slowly. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened, releasing a scream of horror that abruptly ended when a darkness came in and surrounded her.