Rivalry Confrontation

Kid finished her shower and had already changed into her nightgown. She opened the small window in the huge bathing room to let in some of the cool night air so that the steam floating around would fade away. Then she looked into the fogged mirror, she could see a blue eyed girl with wet hair glaring back at her. She snatched a towel from a fancy golden rack hanging on the wall. Then she began to wrap the towel on her head in a means of drying her soaked strands. When she was done she looked as if she was wearing a turban on her head, she smiled at her reflection as if satisfied.

'Knock knock' was the sound that rang through the dimly lit halls of the large mansion. A skinny frail looking man wearing black walked up to the huge marble doors, but he did not open them.
'Knock Knock' the door went again as another man walked into the main hall with the two stairways on either side leading up to the second floor's balcony. This man was tall,(I picture him taller than five seven) and he wore a dark navy uniform with no sleeves. On his one shoulder was an iron armor plate with spikes. On his feet he had to large boots and around his waist a big crossed belt. On his one hand he wore a leather gauntlet and across his chest was another belt which connected to his huge sheath. From his sheath appeared the handle of a large sword. The man's skin was fare and his hair was a bright dirty blond which stuck up mostly to one direction in big thick strands that looked like spikes and a few loose strands hung down over his face. Everything about the man appeared dark, cold and mysterious except for his eyes. The man's eyes were a very bright blue which were to bright to look evil, but instead only took a cold affect as if he was only pretending he was a dark soul. He slowly walked out of the shadows of the overhead balcony, his footsteps echoed as he took each step. Then he glared at the skinny man keenly.
"Sir Strife, someone is at the door." The skinny man said. (I'll say his first name eventually, but you should know who it is by now!)
"I am very aware of that, Roger."
"Sir, should I answer it despite the hour?" Roger asked.
"Yes Roger, please open the door." Sir Strife stated. So at the order Roger pulled the handle of one of the large marble doors and their on the other side stood another man. This man was very young, in fact he was a boy who looked about fourteen. On the boy's head was a green post hat from under it hung a few strands of long brown hair which blew in the boy's face. His cheeks were reddened from the cold and his lips were no longer pink but purple. His eyes were dark brown almost black and his ears were raw looking because they were so red. Wrapped tightly around the boy's neck was a green striped scarf and he also had a dark green winter coat. It was fuzzy and looked like one of those old fashion trench coats with the four buttons in the front.
The boy glanced at Roger and then looked in the house and his dark eyes then settled on the other figure behind Roger, then he gasped.
"Telegram..." The boy spoke as wintry breath escaped his lips along with the words. Roger turned to look at his employer. His employer nodded at him and then Roger turned back at the boy. He then gave the boy a gesture to step into the mansion out of the cold. The boy glanced at Roger with outstretched eyebrows as if surprised by the gesture, but he accepted it anyway and stepped in as Roger shut the large door. "Thank you sir." The boy replied as he looked at the man with dirty blond hair.
"Please make yourself comfortable, it is much to late and cold for such a young man to be traveling around out in the snow."
"Thank you again sir." The boy said as he handed Roger the telegram.
"Roger please take this boy somewhere he can warm up." Sir Strife commanded.
"Yes sir." Roger lead the boy to another room and then returned.
"Now Sir, would you like me to read the telegram to you."
"No, no that won't be necessary. I'll read it." Roger handed his master the telegram and then walked off. He began to look over it, it read...

- Sir Cloud Strife
I am waiting, come meet me... now!
Be ready when you arrive.
-anonymous-