CHAPTER 5
Katherine stood outside the door, holding a small stuffed bear close to her chest. The elfish palace was large and made up of big twisting trees that glittered with the magic used to create them. She heard raised voices behind the closed doors of the throne room. "And you think that was a good reason to kill him! Katie! I thought better of you!" It was her father, shouting at her older sister. Kat frowned, and backed away. Her Daddy was in a bad mood, and Kat didn't want to give him a reason to get mad at her. Kat's father didn't care much for her simply because Kat was fond of her 'disgrace' of a sister.
She turned and was about to run away when she heard her father pass sentence on her sister. "…you are banished. If you return, you will be killed." Kat turned and dashed into the throne room.
"Daddy no! You can't send Katie away!" the six year old elf said desperately. "Please Daddy! Don't send her away!" Her father looked down at her with mounting dislike.
"Guards, make sure they leave the colony."
"You did not banish her!" Katie shouted furiously. "She is your heir!"
"Not any more. Remove them from these lands."
"Daddy!" Kat shouted, but the guards were coming towards them. Kat felt her sister loop an arm around her waist and lift her up. In an instant, they were running, as fast as they could. Kat looked over her sisters shoulder, recognising the lead guard chasing them out.
"Elluren! Please stop!" he didn't reply, he didn't stop. "Brother?" Kat tried. But her older brother ignored her and still led his guards on. A lonely, hurt tear slid down Kat's tiny face. She looked up as they ran towards the final gate, she could see into the palace through a window, her father and mother were shouting at each other, her mother was crying, her father said something about destiny before they were out of sight.
Kat woke suddenly. She sat up. She was hot and flushed. The dream, no, memory had been so vivid. She slipped out of bed and went to the kitchen for a drink. She stood, leaning against the counter, and thinking. She hadn't heard form Katie in a while; she hoped the older Elf was ok. She took a sip from her water. Then dropped the glass in surprise when she saw a twisted reflection of Faust. She spun round, standing next to her, in the doorway, was the psychotic doctor, his hand grasping a knife.