Helloo!

Yes, this is the story story I was on about :D. I actually posted this a few minutes ago but forgot the Authors note that is kind of necessary at the beginning of a story :P Bit of a blunder but I've amended it now.

So anyway, here's the prologue. I wont reveal if its Canon or AU because well, I want people to read it really. This story will focus on Sybbie the most but of course everyone will feature like George, Tom etc.

I hope you like it!

She never thought it possible. Implausible maybe, but it was definitely not impossible. She felt numb, her feet weren't carrying her anymore. She couldn't feel the ground beneath her, the concrete road cut into her bare soles as she ran, but the sting didn't register. The long billowing skirt of her dress, hiked up but over spilling in her balled fists, started to hinder and get under her feet. she didn't notice the red blotches of blood staining the delicate material. Not stopping, she tore it, her legs free from the wrapping skirt. It left a trail behind her, one that enabled others to follow.

She dodged the oncoming cars, not that there were many but they were going fast enough that if they hit her, she would surely be injured. For sure, would be too late of she was hit. Honks were heard and people stared as she sprinted past them all confused as to where she was going. She heard people shouting after her, telling her to stop, asking questions which she had no time to answer.

As the large gates and long winding driveway came into view, she almost wept. Her side began to split, the sharp ache spreading through her torso, winding down her legs, the fatigue setting in. she thought she would collapse, but fear and pure adrenaline kept her moving. She gave a strangled cry, her teeth clenching; the need to stop was beginning to take hold. Her hand wanted to clench her side, to support it.

She practically ran into the heavy wooden door, her fists pounding on it demanding entrance. She knew that she would have to wait a while, they wouldn't be expecting anyone back for a while.

"Let me in!" She screeched. Tears began to fall, her heavy panting distorting into fractured gasps. She screamed again, but still no one came. She groaned loudly, running around the back; the door would be open then. And it was. Well it was unlocked. With brute force she forced the door open, nearly taking it off of its hinges. The cooks jumped and screamed at the bang, chasing after the young miss.

Mrs Mason, the cook, grabbed her hand, the only person to stop her in her mission.

"What on earth are you doing back here?" she gasped. "You'll miss it!"

There was a long pause, her reeling mind slowly returning back to normal. With widened eyes she scanned all the startled faces and her ears pricked at the silent kitchen. They were waiting.

"Right now," she whispered. "That doesn't matter."

She turned from the cook, heading straight for the stairs, her ruined skirt enabling her to take them two at a time.

"Nothing matters more than this," she muttered as she began to ascend. The door to the upper house slammed shut, stunning the lower rooms into perpetual shock. Mrs Mason turned to her staff, who were all confused as to what was to become of the dinner they had spent all day making. She sighed, bringing the kitchen to order again. She had to, it was her job - to keep things moving. Mrs Masons mind was filled with panic over the dinner, but the more empathetic side of her worried about the woman who just raced upstairs.

Did you like it? It does get so much better! Please stick with it!

OF course, please review so I know whether to carry on..

GMJ xx