Dôr Uin Gûr
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING, so please don't sue me. I only own Brianna and a
few twists in the plot.
Summary: read it and see!
Rating: right now, PG-13 for language and stuff, maybe R later.
"Brianna! Open the damn door! I have to do my fucking hair, get out!" 21 year old Melissa Summers pounded on the bathroom door. Her sister exited rolling her eyes.
*******Brianna's POV****************************************************************
I took a final glance in the mirror. My waist length dark red hair was in one-long braid, my sharp violet eyes and pale skin enhanced without make- up. My tall, shapely from was covered in a pair of snug jeans, a white tank top, and a black Quicksilver hoodie. Adding my only make-up, some cherry lip-gloss I left and headed up the two flights of stairs into my attic bedroom.
Once in there I lit some white candles and said my morning blessings. Pleased I climbed out the skylight onto the roof and slid down until I could jump into the huge oak tree just next to the house. Sitting in it's branches I smiled for the first time that morning. I only felt happy in my tree, outside, with nature. When I found that I was born to be a witch I became more attached to nature than I was before.
The hectic schedule of my 17 year old life provides little time to do anything, so I quit. I go to school, I come home, and I live the way I want. I don't care particularly for electronics, though I excel at them. I would rather be in my tree, or a field, or the river than sitting and watching television. I have never fit in, and I'm not sure I want to. Everyone says I'm pretty, I guess so, but I'd rather be known for my brain, which I've spent my whole life trying to turn into something amazing.
Looking at my watch I saw that it was time to leave for school so I jumped down from the tree, landing easily on my feet, and concentrated. Moments later my messenger bag appeared in my hands and I began my walk to school. Taking a deep breath of air I ignored everything else but the way the earth smelled early in the morning. It's time like this when my mother's memories come back to me. She was a witch, and our blood line goes back to the elves. One generation is always given the gifts, I was and my sister wasn't. Maybe that is why she hates me so much. Melissa has so much anger in her. Since our mother died, killed in a bank shoot-out, four years ago she has become so cynical. It happened just weeks before her nineteenth birthday. Melissa got a job, cashed in all she could, and then tried her best to raise me without the craft. I helped as much as possible, and still do. But the more I help, and the more I concentrate on my craft, the deeper she falls into her anger. Boyfriends come and go, bills go unpaid unless I pay them. There is rarely food in the kitchen. Our childhood home, which was always our pride and joy is becoming harder and harder to maintain. Shaking the thoughts out of my head I meditated while walking, a task I learned soon before my mother was killed.
******7pm******************************************************************* *********
I had come home straight after school and found as normal that Melissa wasn't home. Thinking nothing of it, as she often worked until six, then went out until about eleven or twelve with boyfriend of the day, I made a nice salad (I'm a vegetarian) and sat down to my homework. Now it's seven and I'm studying Japanese. I already speak French, German, a few variations of Korean, Tolkien's Elvish, Greek, Latin, Celtic, and Gaelic. I had nothing better to do with my time and I'm a quick study. I speak pretty rapid Japanese, and I'm just working a bit on my grammar.
Hearing a knock at the door I turn down my Enya CD a bit and walk to the front hall, my nose still buried in the book. Opening it revealed a pair of cops. I sighed, twice my sisters best friend and her have gotten in trouble and I had to come down and bail them out of jail. "Yes officers?"
"Are you Ms. Brianna Summers?"
"Yes I am, what can I do for you?"
"We hate to be the bearers of bad news, but there was an accident. Some idiot tried to rip off a convenience store and ran out shooting. Your sister was with her boyfriend, a Mr. Clampton, at the time, walking across the street. She was shot, and died instantly." The cops looked uncomfortable, sympathetic, and morose. Calmly I set my book on the side table and grabbed my purse. "Thank you, there's someone I need to go see." Without another word I locked up the house and calmly walked down the street.
"Brianna! Open the damn door! I have to do my fucking hair, get out!" 21 year old Melissa Summers pounded on the bathroom door. Her sister exited rolling her eyes.
*******Brianna's POV****************************************************************
I took a final glance in the mirror. My waist length dark red hair was in one-long braid, my sharp violet eyes and pale skin enhanced without make- up. My tall, shapely from was covered in a pair of snug jeans, a white tank top, and a black Quicksilver hoodie. Adding my only make-up, some cherry lip-gloss I left and headed up the two flights of stairs into my attic bedroom.
Once in there I lit some white candles and said my morning blessings. Pleased I climbed out the skylight onto the roof and slid down until I could jump into the huge oak tree just next to the house. Sitting in it's branches I smiled for the first time that morning. I only felt happy in my tree, outside, with nature. When I found that I was born to be a witch I became more attached to nature than I was before.
The hectic schedule of my 17 year old life provides little time to do anything, so I quit. I go to school, I come home, and I live the way I want. I don't care particularly for electronics, though I excel at them. I would rather be in my tree, or a field, or the river than sitting and watching television. I have never fit in, and I'm not sure I want to. Everyone says I'm pretty, I guess so, but I'd rather be known for my brain, which I've spent my whole life trying to turn into something amazing.
Looking at my watch I saw that it was time to leave for school so I jumped down from the tree, landing easily on my feet, and concentrated. Moments later my messenger bag appeared in my hands and I began my walk to school. Taking a deep breath of air I ignored everything else but the way the earth smelled early in the morning. It's time like this when my mother's memories come back to me. She was a witch, and our blood line goes back to the elves. One generation is always given the gifts, I was and my sister wasn't. Maybe that is why she hates me so much. Melissa has so much anger in her. Since our mother died, killed in a bank shoot-out, four years ago she has become so cynical. It happened just weeks before her nineteenth birthday. Melissa got a job, cashed in all she could, and then tried her best to raise me without the craft. I helped as much as possible, and still do. But the more I help, and the more I concentrate on my craft, the deeper she falls into her anger. Boyfriends come and go, bills go unpaid unless I pay them. There is rarely food in the kitchen. Our childhood home, which was always our pride and joy is becoming harder and harder to maintain. Shaking the thoughts out of my head I meditated while walking, a task I learned soon before my mother was killed.
******7pm******************************************************************* *********
I had come home straight after school and found as normal that Melissa wasn't home. Thinking nothing of it, as she often worked until six, then went out until about eleven or twelve with boyfriend of the day, I made a nice salad (I'm a vegetarian) and sat down to my homework. Now it's seven and I'm studying Japanese. I already speak French, German, a few variations of Korean, Tolkien's Elvish, Greek, Latin, Celtic, and Gaelic. I had nothing better to do with my time and I'm a quick study. I speak pretty rapid Japanese, and I'm just working a bit on my grammar.
Hearing a knock at the door I turn down my Enya CD a bit and walk to the front hall, my nose still buried in the book. Opening it revealed a pair of cops. I sighed, twice my sisters best friend and her have gotten in trouble and I had to come down and bail them out of jail. "Yes officers?"
"Are you Ms. Brianna Summers?"
"Yes I am, what can I do for you?"
"We hate to be the bearers of bad news, but there was an accident. Some idiot tried to rip off a convenience store and ran out shooting. Your sister was with her boyfriend, a Mr. Clampton, at the time, walking across the street. She was shot, and died instantly." The cops looked uncomfortable, sympathetic, and morose. Calmly I set my book on the side table and grabbed my purse. "Thank you, there's someone I need to go see." Without another word I locked up the house and calmly walked down the street.