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chapter one
An owl's hoot
It was cold and damp that night, when a mysterious figure with her demon in the form of a fox, trailing behind, approached the little house on the far outskirts of the town below.
The stranger knocked. From behind the door a voice asked “Who’s there” and the figure outside replied in a Welsh sounding accent “Sophia Blackton.”
“Come in there is not much time” said the voice from behind the door. The person behind opened the door with a mighty heave to reveal a beautiful lady with long fine hair draping her shoulders; she was wearing a gown of blue silk. There was a turquoise gem glinting in the moon light, on the middle of her forehead. As a sign of innocence her demon was a bluebird as pretty as his human was.
Sophia Blackton walked into the entrance hall with her demon.
Sophia pulled down her hood. She had long black hair arranged into thousands of little plaits with beads at the ends. Her eyes were a sparkling emerald green. Her gem was stuck in the middle of her forehead it was coloured a dull seaweed green. The hallway was small narrow room between the kitchen and the living room. There was a tiny cupboard at the end of the hall; to the left of the front door was vase full of broomsticks and umbrellas. Mrs Whiteside headed to the door on the right and Sophia and her demon followed. The room they had entered had sickly green wallpaper with a sea blue carpet. Mr Whiteside was sitting in an over stuffed armchair reading the news paper while his demon in the form of a cat was sleeping in his lap. There was a draft in the room. The room had a second-hand sofa and a small black and white TV in the corner. Mr Whiteside was a tall tanned man; he had a small mop of hair on the top of his head and wore a long blue pin striped night gown. When Mr Whiteside saw Sophia and his wife he stood up and gave Sophia a tight hug “Sophia its good to see you, Izzy’s in the bedroom”
“Come Sophia this way” they headed over to an old dusty bookcase and Mrs Whiteside took out her wand and muttered some words under her breath. The bookcase started to move it moved away from its place to the right. It revealed a damp dark stairwell down into the bottom of the house. Mrs Whiteside started to go down the creaky steps ,Sophia followed her into a big well lit room with two beds , a small cot, a sofa and another black and white TV in the corner.
to be continued...
An owl's hoot
It was cold and damp that night, when a mysterious figure with her demon in the form of a fox, trailing behind, approached the little house on the far outskirts of the town below.
The stranger knocked. From behind the door a voice asked “Who’s there” and the figure outside replied in a Welsh sounding accent “Sophia Blackton.”
“Come in there is not much time” said the voice from behind the door. The person behind opened the door with a mighty heave to reveal a beautiful lady with long fine hair draping her shoulders; she was wearing a gown of blue silk. There was a turquoise gem glinting in the moon light, on the middle of her forehead. As a sign of innocence her demon was a bluebird as pretty as his human was.
Sophia Blackton walked into the entrance hall with her demon.
Sophia pulled down her hood. She had long black hair arranged into thousands of little plaits with beads at the ends. Her eyes were a sparkling emerald green. Her gem was stuck in the middle of her forehead it was coloured a dull seaweed green. The hallway was small narrow room between the kitchen and the living room. There was a tiny cupboard at the end of the hall; to the left of the front door was vase full of broomsticks and umbrellas. Mrs Whiteside headed to the door on the right and Sophia and her demon followed. The room they had entered had sickly green wallpaper with a sea blue carpet. Mr Whiteside was sitting in an over stuffed armchair reading the news paper while his demon in the form of a cat was sleeping in his lap. There was a draft in the room. The room had a second-hand sofa and a small black and white TV in the corner. Mr Whiteside was a tall tanned man; he had a small mop of hair on the top of his head and wore a long blue pin striped night gown. When Mr Whiteside saw Sophia and his wife he stood up and gave Sophia a tight hug “Sophia its good to see you, Izzy’s in the bedroom”
“Come Sophia this way” they headed over to an old dusty bookcase and Mrs Whiteside took out her wand and muttered some words under her breath. The bookcase started to move it moved away from its place to the right. It revealed a damp dark stairwell down into the bottom of the house. Mrs Whiteside started to go down the creaky steps ,Sophia followed her into a big well lit room with two beds , a small cot, a sofa and another black and white TV in the corner.
to be continued...
