A thick mist descended on the city of Glasgow. It slowly crept through each street sucking them into oblivion. Shopkeepers shut up their stores and many strode home anxiously. The time was nigh. Somberly, the last rays of sunlight were cascading upon the fog, creating a rainbow wall of mist.
Deryn sat in her room sketching her father's face on a piece of paper in the candlelight. Her platinum blonde hair created a curtain between her and the outer world. Her plain blue eyes, strangely sharp with focus peered around the room. The picture was indistinct, blurry, like her memory. Angrily, Deryn crumpled the fine paper and threw it at the wall with a tiny thump.
"Deryn?" intoned a familiar voice.
Deryn turned to face the dark figure in the doorway.
"Yes?"
The figure twiddled its thumbs a little before saying:
"I am sending you away tomorrow, to London. I hope the change of scene will benefit you greatly."
"We've no relatives in London…Mother."
The dark figure came closer into the flooding light, "Well…. The case is….-"
This is just a little tester. Personally, I get annoyed when authors do this, but now I see the point. I cannot promise regular updates. I promise to try.