Hello gentles all! I just watched Henry V with Kenneth Branagh! YAH! Disclaimer is in the first chapter; it counts the entirety of the story. Please review. Flames are excepted as constructive criticism. I will everything as a compliment.
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Ice and Fire, by Carveus666.
Chapter Two.
The next morning the newly turned 18-year-old walked through the maze of boxes to get to the kitchen and put the kettle on. Dressed only in a loose pair of pyjamas, her flame red hair sticking in every direction, she yawned.
Elizabeth stretched then open a cupboard and pulled out a mug. She rooted through the nearest box and pulled out a jar of instant coffee. Groping for a spoon and finally finding one, she put a generous amount in the cup. Once the kettle had boiled she poured in the water a stirred it whilst looking out the window with dead eyes.
Almost downing it in one, Liz let out a contented sigh. "Thank the Goddess for caffeine." Putting the mug in the washing up bowl, she went upstairs again to get dressed.
Ten minutes later, clad in a black V-neck with three-quarter sleeves and a pair of combat pants and her not quite sticking up so much, she picked up her mail.
"Bill, bill, ooh I've won a million quid, invoice, postcard from Katie, she's in Egypt now huh? Official looking from… Sleepy Hollow." A frown creased her brow. Dropping the others, she got a knife and opened the letter.
She scanned the page whilst mumbling to her self. "Ms. Crane. We regret to inform you that Isaac Crane, your grandfather has died. We would like for you to attend the will reading. Passage to the United States has booked, blah, tickets enclosed. We await your reply. Yours, random lawyer person. Considering I never met the man, they're going to a lot of trouble." Liz let out a sigh. "I guess unpacking can wait a few days. And I've always wanted to go to the States."
Liz put the letter down. She should feel sad; her grandfather had been her only family. But she had barely known he existed. After the death of parents when she was two, she had been fostered rather than stay with him. And now she was eighteen she could move into the house that her parents had left her.
"Le' see these tickets. Departure date, departure date… TOMORROW! Good job I don't have a job. Guess I'll pack me bags." She paused and let out another sigh. "Note to self, stop talking to self so much." Sighing yet again, she wove her way around the boxes to her bedroom to pack.
Elizabeth arrived in Sleepy Hollow seriously jet lagged. Picking up her bags, she walked down the main street. Sleepy Hollow still looked as it did at the beginning of the twentieth century. Only people walking around in modern clothes showed that she hadn't gone back in time. Glancing down at the letter, she had received a couple of days earlier she walked towards what it said to be her grandfather's solicitor's office.
Ignoring some of the looks she got, she knocked on the door and went in. Through the dim light, she saw a young man at a desk, bent over something and scribbling furiously.
"Ahem." No reaction from the young man, she might of well as been talking to herself. "AHEM!" At school, Liz had always been interested in drama, and she knew how to project her voice. It had the desired effect. The man jumped up and looked around before his gaze fell on her. "Hello. Mr. Simon Jones?" He nodded, Liz held out her hand. "I'm Elizabeth Crane. I'm here for the will reading."
Simon's POV
This was the last Crane. This girl, she couldn't be more than nineteen. Dressed in a black long sleeved top with black combat trousers on, and what appears to be a pair of army boots. I stare at the offered hand before me. I reach out, take it, and look up at her face. Her resemblance to Mr Crane is remarkable. It's only the fiery red hair that is different, but it sticks out all over the place in true Crane style. Gathering my wits, I remember why we are here. "Ah, yes. Miss Crane-"
"Please call me Liz, Miss Crane makes me sound about forty." She had a small smile on her face when she said that and her icy blue eyes seemed to twinkle.
"Yes, well uh Liz, there isn't all that much will to read. Mr Crane has left everything to you."
"Me?" She blinked rapidly.
"Yes, you are his sole heir, and his only living relative. The last of the Crane's. There is one condition though."
"Yes?"
"Err, the will states that to come into your inheritance, you must take up residence in Sleepy Hollow."
"Oh." Her eyes were as wide as saucers. Probably to much information at once. She sank into a nearby chair. "Oh yes, one more thing. Mr Crane left a letter in my possession to give to you after you had found out." I went over to my desk and found it buried underneath some papers. "This is the one." I handed it to her and she took it wordlessly.
Liz's POV
This lawyer person had just told me I had inherited the entire Crane family fortune. I had always known that the family was well off, but this was like whoa. I look up from the chair I had sat down in and got a better look at Mr Jones. He was a couple of inches taller than me, about 6'8". He had honey coloured hair which he kept short apart from curtains at the front. He had emerald green eyes and a pair of half moon spectacles were perched on the bridge of his nose he was pale, but nowhere near me. He was sort of good looking and about fifteen years my senior. He spoke again.
"A room has been prepared for you at the manor. We can go over the details tomorrow. I imagine all that you want to do now is go to sleep." I nodded mutely. "I'll walk you there and introduce you to the house keeper." I got up, picked up my bags, and followed Simon out the door.
The next Chapter will be longer. I promise. This is the last one you get on credit. So if you want more after this REVIEW!
Actually, I'll just update when I finish it. It's about 2/3's done, so hopefully it'll be up in a few days. And it'll have everyone's favourite Horseman in. YAY!