~*~Lillian Of Yorkshire~*~
Night fell upon the two , as they stood barly speaking on that hillside . The sunset blazed it's final fiery rays upon them , as they finally decided to talk . Or at least something very simular to conversation , at least civlized conversation .
Finally Bran spoke in his rich welsh baritone , " What do we have to do to help this Will Stanton ? "
Lady Lillian finally spoke up then , " we have to find the orb of merlin's staff . "
" What does the orb of Merlin's staff to do with the old one's and such ? "
" Plenty it seems , I was sent here by my ultimite grandmother .
The old lady . "
" How oddly charming to met you , does Will know about this quest ? "
" No ,why exacly should he ? It would only cause trouble . "
" He should since we're going to risk ou lifes to find this orb of Merlin's staff . "
" It's what I was born for , for this sole purpose Lord Bran . "
" No one is born for one single unimportant date . "
" I shall met you here tomorrow , be ready . "
And with that she turned , and promptly left . Disappering with the fires of the sun , fading and finally falling away from sight . At that Bran turned and headed toward his home on the small farm . He walked merrliy on the road , cars passing him . Men driving the cars throwing him looks of intense dislike , for his flaxon hair . He threw them looks back , but it was nothing unusual for him to be looked at like that . His thoughts drifted back to Lady Lillian , with her strange attractions . Her raven black hair , and the single white lock as white as newly fallen snow .
She was a beauty , with her soft golden voice . And her unshakeableshyness , her grace beyond words . He faintly smiled to himself , the stars started to come out . Promising to be wonderfully beautiful , today was one of the best days in young Bran's life .
Disclaimer : Bran belongs to Susan Cooper , along with The Dark Is Rising Sequence , madam find it out of your heart not to sue me . Please ?
Night fell upon the two , as they stood barly speaking on that hillside . The sunset blazed it's final fiery rays upon them , as they finally decided to talk . Or at least something very simular to conversation , at least civlized conversation .
Finally Bran spoke in his rich welsh baritone , " What do we have to do to help this Will Stanton ? "
Lady Lillian finally spoke up then , " we have to find the orb of merlin's staff . "
" What does the orb of Merlin's staff to do with the old one's and such ? "
" Plenty it seems , I was sent here by my ultimite grandmother .
The old lady . "
" How oddly charming to met you , does Will know about this quest ? "
" No ,why exacly should he ? It would only cause trouble . "
" He should since we're going to risk ou lifes to find this orb of Merlin's staff . "
" It's what I was born for , for this sole purpose Lord Bran . "
" No one is born for one single unimportant date . "
" I shall met you here tomorrow , be ready . "
And with that she turned , and promptly left . Disappering with the fires of the sun , fading and finally falling away from sight . At that Bran turned and headed toward his home on the small farm . He walked merrliy on the road , cars passing him . Men driving the cars throwing him looks of intense dislike , for his flaxon hair . He threw them looks back , but it was nothing unusual for him to be looked at like that . His thoughts drifted back to Lady Lillian , with her strange attractions . Her raven black hair , and the single white lock as white as newly fallen snow .
She was a beauty , with her soft golden voice . And her unshakeableshyness , her grace beyond words . He faintly smiled to himself , the stars started to come out . Promising to be wonderfully beautiful , today was one of the best days in young Bran's life .
Disclaimer : Bran belongs to Susan Cooper , along with The Dark Is Rising Sequence , madam find it out of your heart not to sue me . Please ?