The pentacle
A/n this is a work in progress, so just work with me here, and please review, oh also this is loosley based on sweep, with most of the characters in it.
A woman with flowing black hair bent down with the bundle, leaving it on the step of a cottage. There was a shout from the road and she turned quickly, startled. She lent down again, placing an envelope on the bundle, carefully and then turned and walked down the path, tears streaming down her face. 5 minutes after she had left a family arrived at the house, a woman with brown hair, aman with bright blonde hair and a little girl sitting on his shoulders. They came up the path laughing until they suddenly noticed the bundle. The woman reached down and picked it up, it wriggled, and she looked surprised, she peered into the folds of cloth, and smiled;
"oh Hunter, Moira, it's a baby!"
"Keaira Niall, get your butt down the stairs now!" shouted Morgan, her mum. "your sister is waiting for you!"
Keaira ran down the stairs "I'm coming, I'm coming" she muttered
Moira, her older, and gorgeous and powerful and… well anyway her sister was waiting at the door with a cute smile on her face. Keaira scowled, and pulled a brush through her unruly hair, Moira was such a morning person, butKeaira like her mum wasn't, except that obviously that had nothing to do with genes, seeing as Keaira was adopted.
"come on, lazy bones! Ian and the others are waiting for us!"
Keaira scowled some more, the others were her sister's friends, and Ian was her sister's gorgeous boyfriend. Then Morgan, their mother came into the hall, her hair tied back in a rough plait. She had dark brown hair but it wasn't nearly as dark as Keaira's pitch black hair that went with her olive skin-tone, making her look spanish or italian, but also making her deep blue eyes stand out, especially from her family. Morgan hugged both the girls, and stood waving at the door as they walked down the lane.
When they got to the corner, Ian Delaney, Tess, and some other people who were around Moira's age. Keaira was 14 and Moira was 17, sometimes the age gap was good, Keaira could always borrow Moira's old clothes but sometimes it meant she always felt like someone who was inferior to everyone else. Then a boy with wavy black hair stood apart from the group, she hadn't noticed him because he was tall, and blended in but he soon came bounding over, she smiled.
"Keaira!" he shouted, running towards her, ignoring the weird looks he was getting. It was Dylan, her best friend, and the only one who could get her out of her morning moods…
a/n well I hope you liked it, this was mainly just an introducing chapter, well please read and review.
