Whispers in the Night

It was at least twenty degrees above cold. There was no sound in the night, not even an owl's soft hoot could be heard. Arachne stood in the dead center of the forest, waiting. What she was waiting for, even she did not know; yet she stood there patiently, almost like a statue. A slight breeze from the east passed through her hair, and at once, she started sprinting as fast as she could toward the town up ahead. She reached the end of the Thornbury Forest, an extremely dark and mysterious forest.

As told by legend, hundreds of years before, when the town was still new, there came a tall and captivating lady to the town of Creilar. She was dressed in a long, royal-blue cape, and while she stayed at Creilar, no one knew her name. She stayed in the small town for years and soon could call the town her home. Everyone in town knew her as Miss Mirakomi, although they knew this was not her true name. She remained a stranger to most of them; for they did not fell they could trust anyone who hid their true identity. Yet, even though she was treated as an outcast, Miss Mirakomi still found life in Creilar peaceful and enjoyable. That was, until the night in the third month of the year, when the round moon gave its light to all of Creilar. Miss Mirakomi was enjoying her quiet dinner by herself, as usual, when a knock was heard at her door. I wonder who that could be. I never get guests.

Pulling her cloak on, she opened the door.

"Nice to see you again your majesty" whispered a dark figure in a black cloak. The cloak was so long; the person's feet could not be seen. It made it look like the stranger was floating instead of standing.

"You…you…"

"Nice place you've got here, mind if I come in?" Pushing her aside, the stranger glided into the house. "Nice try Rislei, but do you really think you could hide from me that easily?"

"I, master…please. Forgive me. I just couldn't do it. He was my father!"

"Rislei, you should know as well as anyone. I never forgive, nor do I forget! You and the people that housed you will pay for what you have done."

"Master, please! NO!"

A blinding red light came from Miss Mirakomi's cabin, followed by a loud explosion that set fire to the whole town. People were scrambling everywhere, trying to get themselves and their family away from danger. Only fifteen people survived that night, the rest died in the blazing fire.

Arachne, a very young elf at the age of thirty years, stood at the end of the Thornbury Forest gazing at the town in front of her. The new Creilar was rebuilt by descendents of the original townsfolk that used to live there, and everything was quite the same. Except for the hill on the south side of the town, where an old cabin stood. Its windows were covered in cobwebs, as were its doors. And there was no sign of any inhabitants at all. It seemed as though the cabin had been empty for more than five hundred years. The people living in Creilar nowadays, believed the house to be haunted, and did not go as near as two hundred feet from it. They seemed to believe that misfortune would fall upon anyone who dared went into the house.

Walking as quietly as she could, as not to wake the villagers, Arachne started her way up to the old cabin on the hill. The moon shone its light upon the house, giving it a mystifying and ghostly look. The door creaked as she slowly pushed it open. Pushing the cobwebs out of her face, Arachne went to the back of the house. She took out the blue and almost clear stone out of her cloak pocket and hid it in a black vase on a very dusty wooden table. Then, in a blink of an eye's time, she disappeared.

i was thinking of writing another chapter. please write a review, just for me to see if i shoul dsummit the next chap. thanks much!