A/N- To Kat, for inspiration! To readers – I'm sorry if things are a little confusing in this chapter, but I want you to get to know the characters that I made for it. Shouldn't be too much more to endure, keep reading! All shall be clear in time!
Yes, I know Gift for the Darkness is from Lord of The Flies; I just love it so much!
The purple hue of the mist settled on the mossy green banks of river Wildemere. The banks gave way, and burst. Wildemere Park lay atop a sloping hill, an unsuspecting victim of the terrible storm, and spectator to the tragedies that unfolded within its cold stone walls.
A momentous flash of pervading light cast its sinister spell over the grounds, and the striking face of Rook Sinclair was illuminated briefly as he stood by the window which held a spectacular view of the river, flowing through the vast grounds as it ran free from the confinement of the banks.
The rain drummed down onto the roof like millions of heavy lead pellets, dropped simultaneously from the expansive shades of inky blue and murky purple, which had previously been called the sky. His thoughts twisted around his head as a voice was a day of reckoning, so Rook thought. As the skies themselves burst open, so did the protective world that had hidden away his unborn child.
Bloodcurdling screams echoed from the far distant halls, but Rook was merely nonchalant and impatient. He cocked an eyebrow in distaste as the river flowed over the grounds, a small worried sneer spreading across his sharp features.
He stood tall and scrutinized the sinister dark sky; lacing his fingers together he contemplated the life of his child and all that would follow. He had never found time to honour the gods, but hearing his wife's anguished sobs, he offered a small request for the life of his heir - His son.
His thoughts were interrupted as the door behind him, was shakily pushed open. The footman shuffled into the room with as much urgency as his vastly over proportioned body would allow him. Rook regarded him with some amusement and turned to face him, leaning against the wall casually.
The footman bowed hastily and mopped his red face, chattering random gibberish. Rook growled exasperatedly and pushed past the dithering man. He stalked through the long, cold hallways and ignored the knowing and yet impassive stares of his ancestor's portraits. Their eyes did not follow him, but he felt the expectation of family burning into his back.
Filled with fervent determination, Rook shook his head and once again drew back his wandering mind. Doubt ate at his thoughts like a ravenous beast, but he disregarded it and quickened his pace, almost matching the beat to his racing heart.
Eva watched the door apprehensively; her eyes wide and full of dread. She clutched her children close to her chest and softly sighed. Her overwhelming need to rest was chased into oblivion by her anxiety.
Air rushed into her lungs as the door swung open with a resounding creak. All time seemed to linger and ooze into that one moment, where she gave the appearance of a cornered, hunted and injured deer, caught and entranced in the flash of enclosing lights.
She stared into Rook's cold, detached and bitter yellow eyes, her expression saying all of the words she wished she could say. A lump, growing in her throat rapidly hindered her from speaking to him, but meekly she admitted to herself that they barely spoke at all.
Carefully, she watched him cross the threshold, his eyes blazing like pits of despair from the depths of Hell. His stony face curled into a smirk as he stood beside her, pride radiating from his person…
It was a nightmarish decision, Eva concluded to herself, but to save her children from the intensity of their father's scorn risks had to be taken…
Eva picked up the boy, whose deep purple eyes had been hidden under a blanket of skin and lashes, and presented him to Rook. Shuddering at the audacity she had conjured up from seemingly nowhere, Eva disguised this moment of weakness as a shivering sigh of delight, knowing that her husband now had his 'firstborn' son, and that her daughter would never receive any attention from him.
Unwillingly, Eva passed her daughter to a waiting maid, and fell into a deep, troubled and perturbed sleep.
Rook grinned down at his son, who was shifting blearily in his father's grip. His entire face, although sinister and scornful, beamed as he made a motion towards the footman.
The footman advanced carefully, uncomfortable in this area of the house in which he had never been permitted. Rook turned to him, and leaned forwards.
'Inform the Cyclonian guard I wish to land and present my son to Master Cyclonis.'
Bemused, the footman hurried out of the room and the sound of his feet slapping against the hard flagstones brought a scathing smirk to Rook's lips.
Warily, he lifted his heir's head, scrutinizing the boy's face. Finally, with decided pomp he announced to the room his son.
'Snipe.'
A/n: - Alrighty then! Chapter one is FINISHED! Woo! I hope you liked reading it, I hope you aren't bothered by OCs (because that normally puts me off reading fics – hypocritical much?) Anyway, hope you enjoyed it, because I was evading revision for exams while writing it. I'm so smart. Lmfao.
Bye! I'll get next chapter up as soon as possible!