4 Sep 2024, 01:35
a storm brews
The house had felt eerily empty. Her father and mother were out at a gala presenting their faces to the masses to keep their public appearances up, how else would they dispel rumors of their older two children's disappearance? Although Eirene can't remember much about the letter's arrival she does remember that it foretold doom. Her siblings had received the letters transported into a magical world, then they would disappear whisked away from the normal world, and never return. Eirene had prayed to the Greek gods her mother loved and to the Christian god her father worshiped that she would not receive a letter that the owl would simply pass her forgetting her wizard blood.
She had been in her music room practicing a new piece of sheet music. One, Two, Three, Four. The young girl's mother had brought it from her trip to France, had placed it in her fingers, and wrapped her hands around them during her arrival. Her fingers had moved nimbly across the piano almost like she was in a trance. One, Two, Three, Four. Across from her rested the chair that her sister would sit in while she painted claiming Eirene's music brought her a piece of mind, Eirene had always complained now she wished she hadn't. One, Two, Three, Four. Suddenly the sound of rain pulled the girl out of her trance bringing her back to reality, she would call it a day for tonight, and her tutor wouldn't punish her harshly since she did pay his salary.
Standing she headed over to the open window it was wide and the soft curtains flung wildly with the wind, gentle droplets falling onto her face. However, before she could close the glass something hurled towards her, Eirene screamed ducking as the object flung past her causing her papers to fly everywhere and knocking over her pot of tea. From the wreckage emerged an owl in its beak a letter with a thick waxy seal. No. She thought as she slowly backed away from the further it moved the closer it hoped then with irritation she spat the letter out dropping it on her piano then it flew out the window. By now it was hard pouring water flooding the room and covering the floor.
In what felt like hours Eirene stared at the letter she barely noticed the servants rushing in fusing over her soaked blouse. Instead, she thought about the look of horror that would be on her parents' faces, her mother because she would lose another child to the world that threw her out, and her father because he had gained another monster living under his roof.