CHAPTER THREE
Sarah was now 20 years old, and all grown up. A student at NYU, and aspiring writer, she appeared to have completely moved on from her short stay in the Underworld. But then again, appearances can be deceiving, can't they?
It was early morning. Sarah rose with a slight groan. Summer break had just begun and she had successfully finished her second year of college, yet she already felt lazy. But she knew she had to pack and be on the road by 10am. So, with a lot of effort, she threw together her belongings and grabbed a cup of coffee before heading out to her car. Settling in her seat, she felt a lump underneath her. Wondering what the hell she left on her seat, she reached underneath and pulled what she was sitting on. For a split second, Sarah couldn't comprehend that she was holding a peach. For a split second, it looked like something else. For a split second, the peach looked like a crystal ball. Sarah's head began to throb. She knew that there was a reason she had an un-natural dislike for peaches ever since she was in high school, but for the life of her, she couldn't remember why. It brought up thoughts of dark shadows and eerie feelings that sent a chill down her spine and raised the hair on her neck. Her friends and family teased her, telling her that she created her own phobia, a fear of fruit. But how the hell did a peach end up on the front seat of her car???
With a sound of disgust caught in her throat, she threw it out of the window and placed her hands on the steering wheel to calm herself. "It was a piece of fruit, you moron. Why do you act so stupid?!" Sarah whispered to herself. Taking a deep breath, she started the car and began the long drive home. After what seemed like forever, she pulled onto the familiar street that her home was on. Toby was sitting on the front porch with her dog Merlin, waiting for Sarah's car to pull up. When he saw her car, he ran inside shouting that Sarah was home. Sarah laughed slightly, he had really grown on her in the past few years. It was hard to believe Toby was already six years old. He had as much of an imagination as Sarah did when she was his age, if not more. He and Sarah had made a tradition of telling Sarah bedtime stories he made up himself whenever she came home to visit, and she was sure there would be another good one tonight.
Sarah had barely gotten out of the car when she was tackled by her little brother, him wrapping his arms around her waist so tightly she had to gasp. When he let go, she picked him up and swung him around. Both of them giggling uncontrollably, with Merlin barking in the background was quite a sight for the white owl sitting in the tree across the street, in the shadows of the falling dusk. But even if Sarah did see the owl watching her and Toby, she wouldn't have remembered why it would infuriate her. She had no memory of the Underground or it's ruler.
"Soon." a silky voice whispered. Sarah's head shot up. She could have sworn she heard something. But she looked too late. The owl had already flown away.
-Yes, I know these are short chapters. But I'm writing these off the top of my head. Once I know where this story is headed, I promise there will be incredibly long chapters. :0)
Sarah was now 20 years old, and all grown up. A student at NYU, and aspiring writer, she appeared to have completely moved on from her short stay in the Underworld. But then again, appearances can be deceiving, can't they?
It was early morning. Sarah rose with a slight groan. Summer break had just begun and she had successfully finished her second year of college, yet she already felt lazy. But she knew she had to pack and be on the road by 10am. So, with a lot of effort, she threw together her belongings and grabbed a cup of coffee before heading out to her car. Settling in her seat, she felt a lump underneath her. Wondering what the hell she left on her seat, she reached underneath and pulled what she was sitting on. For a split second, Sarah couldn't comprehend that she was holding a peach. For a split second, it looked like something else. For a split second, the peach looked like a crystal ball. Sarah's head began to throb. She knew that there was a reason she had an un-natural dislike for peaches ever since she was in high school, but for the life of her, she couldn't remember why. It brought up thoughts of dark shadows and eerie feelings that sent a chill down her spine and raised the hair on her neck. Her friends and family teased her, telling her that she created her own phobia, a fear of fruit. But how the hell did a peach end up on the front seat of her car???
With a sound of disgust caught in her throat, she threw it out of the window and placed her hands on the steering wheel to calm herself. "It was a piece of fruit, you moron. Why do you act so stupid?!" Sarah whispered to herself. Taking a deep breath, she started the car and began the long drive home. After what seemed like forever, she pulled onto the familiar street that her home was on. Toby was sitting on the front porch with her dog Merlin, waiting for Sarah's car to pull up. When he saw her car, he ran inside shouting that Sarah was home. Sarah laughed slightly, he had really grown on her in the past few years. It was hard to believe Toby was already six years old. He had as much of an imagination as Sarah did when she was his age, if not more. He and Sarah had made a tradition of telling Sarah bedtime stories he made up himself whenever she came home to visit, and she was sure there would be another good one tonight.
Sarah had barely gotten out of the car when she was tackled by her little brother, him wrapping his arms around her waist so tightly she had to gasp. When he let go, she picked him up and swung him around. Both of them giggling uncontrollably, with Merlin barking in the background was quite a sight for the white owl sitting in the tree across the street, in the shadows of the falling dusk. But even if Sarah did see the owl watching her and Toby, she wouldn't have remembered why it would infuriate her. She had no memory of the Underground or it's ruler.
"Soon." a silky voice whispered. Sarah's head shot up. She could have sworn she heard something. But she looked too late. The owl had already flown away.
-Yes, I know these are short chapters. But I'm writing these off the top of my head. Once I know where this story is headed, I promise there will be incredibly long chapters. :0)