...I know I am weird, and I have no idea about where I find these ideas, but what can I do? She (The Greek Muse Calliope) just doesnt give me a break! She's alwayas in my head, and always whispering something! Okay, now I am trying something different, something mystical... and something very special for me!
...Please let me know what you think if you have enough time to make this poor girl (me) happy! Really, I need it!
...Special thanks to Gen, again...
...and Iown many of the characters, but I borrowed some from McLeod's Daughters and Channel Nine...
...now I'm shutting up, letting you read...
...okay guys, here is my precious story, please be kind to it...
...oh, one more thing: Y.S.I.B.W.Y.S.N.A.A... luv ya two...
...or whatever it was...

...stay safe... love,
L.E.T.

THE SINChapter One
DiggingOut The Old Accounts

I kept running until my feet began to hurt. It was dark and cold, and looking around, I realised I didn't know where I was. Then I saw a white brumby running towards me. At first I was afraid. But then I realized that he wasn't going to hurt me..

I stopped running and waited for him. The white beauty came near me and looked strangely into my eyes. I couldn't move, in spite of my overwhelming want to run away. Then the animal whispered to me: "Find me…"

"NO!" I screamed as I sat up in my bed, covered in sweat. My dream had affected me so much. I was used to having this kind of dream, but even more so after the death of my mother. But this time it was different. It had seemed more real than all the others. I shook my head and wiped away my tears. No, it wasn't real. It couldn't be.

"Shh.. It's okay, baby. I'm here" Tyler said, wrapping his arms around me. "It was just a dream. Stay calm."

"Thank you for being here, Ty." I whispered as I turned to face my boyfriend.

"I love you more than anything, Anita. I will always be here, baby. Don't worry," Tyler answered, laying me softly back down on the bed again. "Now try and get some rest, okay?"

"Ok," I replied. I was exhausted, both emotionally and physically. I didn't even know where I'd found the strength to sit up.

"Tomorrow is going be a really long day," he continued, stroking my hair.

My mother, Brittany had died two days ago. And now I had to deal with it. I had been living in Sydney to go to University but my mother had lived in Queensland, all alone. I had no other relatives but my mother, so it was up to me to take care of the funeral and the other normal stuff. Plots, burials, headstones. The thought of it gave me a headache. Tyler instinctively put his arms around me, as if he knew what I was thinking about.

We were going to Queensland the next day. I was really lucky to have him around.

"Where should I put all this stuff, Tyler?" I asked, confused as I was packing my mum's old goods.

"I really don't know, honey. I think we should give most of them to a charity," Ty answered. "Just keep the stuff you really need. The rest will be no use to you."

"Yeah," I replied wistfully. It would be heartbreaking to give my mother's stuff away but he was right. I'd lived without it for so long, it really would be no use to me.

"What about this house, An? Was this place your mum's?" he asked, placing the box he was holding on the ground.

"No. She just rented it," I answered, looking at the ceiling and the walls, feeling my mother in every corner of the room.

"Did she leave you antyhing?" he asked, hesitantly. "In her will?"

"Umm. I don't think so," I replied. "She didn't have much. She did have a little box which she put some official papers in. Maybe if we can find it…"

"Then we will," Ty smiled. "What did it look like?"

"It was just an ordinary, little, yellow box," I smiled back.

Tyler went into the next room and I could hear the rustling of paper and scraping of furniture as he searched for my mother's yellow box. I half-heartedly poked around her bedroom, feeling too overwhelmed to care. I walked into the room and sat down and sighed and listened to Tyler work.

"Is this it?" he called a short while later, not realizing I was right behind him. When he saw me, he lowered his voice and repeated the question. "This the one, An?"

"Yeah, I guess," I replied, stepping towards him. I held the box and looked at it.

"Come on, open it!" Tyler demanded. His face was animated, like a little child who's waiting excitedly for a Jack-in-the-box to pop. He loved surprises.

"Okay," I laughed softly, as I glanced over at him. "But don't expect anything big!"

I opened the box. There were so many old papers in it.

"What are these all for?" Ty asked, looking over my shoulder.

"Let's see," I replied. I took a bunch of paper and set about reading them.

"Bills, bills, bills," I said, throwing the papers in the air.

"HEY!" he shouted.

"What?" I asked, stepping back. I was so startled by the volume of his voice I nearly dropped the box I was holding.

"That's a deed," he explained.

"A deed to what?" I asked and read the document. "A house I suppose. Called Drover's Run!"

"The house has a name?" Tyler laughed.

"Yeah, it must be big. A property or something," I said. "I didn't know Mum had anything like that."

"Who is Charlotte Prudence McLeod?" Tyler asked, reading the other name on the paper.

"Oh," I smiled, as little bits clicked into place. "She's my grandmother."

A/N: I love you Shania, you giveme theinspiration always...