Don't ever ask me...
Lucinda Price
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Lucinda could hardly believe the sight before her. She had only just arrived back at the mansion after so many years… only to find people who’s faces she did not recognize, running out of the main door in a panic.
With the thick fog surrounding her and much of the forest behind her, they passed by without even noticing she was standing there.
Oddly enough, her curiosity was peaking, just ever so slightly, yet… whatever was going on inside this place, she was unsure if she wanted any part of it.
A group of young woman, maids by the look of their uniforms, began whispering to one another, speaking of a fight, of a lord, of what they called, ‘unspeakable perils’ that was going on inside…
Her blue eyes fell on the open doorway, and without a single sound, she began to walk towards it. She could feel eyes on her now, the eyes of strangers as she walked up the many steps, causing her to tilt her head down, hiding her face with her long black hair.
She hated to be looked at.. Especially by those eyes she did not recognize.
The inside of the mansion was the same as when she left… slightly dark, yet.. there was a calm air about it, probably influenced by Ayesha since she had seemed like the pillar of light that kept a demon infested mansion looking like an ordinary human home.
She could hear screams, sounds of metal, echoing off to the left. Her ears twitched as she tried to focus in on it.
“Fighting…” she thought to herself while gliding across the foyer, the train of her black cap bellowing out behind her like a cloud as she walked towards the sounds.
It wasn’t long before she found herself staring at a scene from out of some badly written book. Men were fighting men, while others were running past her and back into the hallway that led out of the ballroom she was now standing in. Her gloved hand tightened around the small black box she had been carrying, a gift for Ayesha on her birthday.
Unsure of what to do, and not wanting to particularly get into the middle of… whatever this was, she began to turn away when she caught a glimpse of Luke. If not for his familiar face, she would have left this all behind and disappeared once again, probably not to show up for another few hundred years.
A faint sigh escaped from between her lips. She was again, being defeated by her sense of duty. Luke had, afterall, invited her into his home when she decided to long forget her own.
The fighting continued, there was not much she could do besides watch at this moment, regardless of whatever was to come. There was a barrier surrounding them, something she did not wish to try and break into just so she could foolishly jump in and get her hands dirty, so.. Lucinda decided to wait.. She would wait until the most opportune moment to help with… well, whatever this was.
Taking but a moment to look around, she found a small table off to the corner. Unlike so many of the others, it had been spared in all this fighting. Pulling out the plush, white chair, Lucinda sat down, placing the small gift in her hand down upon the tabletop and picking up a half filled glass of champagne as her blue eyes watched the battle scene before her.
“At least they know how to put on a good show…” she thought to herself as she pressed the glass to her lips and took a sip of it's contents.
((Let me know if I got all that right. XD ))
To believe in fairytales....