a little something sweet by laura ashwood pdf download

(17 Years ago)

The mansion with muted and earthy colors stands out proudly in a large vast field. Multi hue schemes that celebrated the structure, such as turned porch spindles and fish-scale shingles under the eaves form a harmonious combination. The bright moonlight cast in the endless sky traveled through the night, illuminating the beautifully constructed mansion. An unwelcoming creaking sound of the open door to the wide hall resonates to the deafening silence. Upon the walls were the photographs of a family, so obviously full of love. The floor was an exquisite parquet floor and the walls were flaxen gold meeting a bold black baseboard. Under the moon-shine, a hushed conversation can be heard.

Inside the mansion, a woman wearing a red gown as dark as the color of her lips that was pressed in a thinned line glanced down at the woman, kneeling before her. "Indulge me with your vision Seer"

A 125 years old woman with a face and body of a young noble lady smirked, her violet satin fabric that was neatly ironed was messily creased. Ancient writings and symbols were tattooed on the arms of the woman.

"What would I gain for revealing my foresight to you Milady?" The Seer replied cunningly.

A sickening laugh erupts from the woman.

"I will grant you the blood of a young maiden with a royal blood, the one thing you really wanted"

Hunger filled the Seer's eyes. Her heart began to race for the anticipation of drinking royal blood to make her, even more, younger for many years.

The Seer's eyes suddenly glow into a dark violet, masking the once black iris the Seer has.

"The chosen kismet bore the mark of life and destruction. Everyone will bow down on her feet, kissed the ground she will walk into, her name will be heard across the sky and land"

The woman frowned "Who is she?"

"The Holder of Triquetra Celts" the Seer blinked several times as she resumed to her normal self.

Shocked laced the woman's face. Her light brown eyes widened upon hearing the Seer. It should be her older daughter and not that child.

"ARGHHH!" the woman threw the glass of wine she is holding to the solid wall of the hall. The clear ringing sound of the smashed glass rent the room for a few seconds.

"Why does it have to be her?!" shouted the woman.

The Seer watched silently, her eyes followed how the woman slightly yank her hair, stumble, and then smiled wickedly. She understood the dilemma of the woman. The child that was born with the triquetra celts was her youngest daughter. She knew that the child was different the moment she laid her eyes on the little girl. But the day when she received a sudden vision, everything became clear. The child was the chosen.

"What if I dispose of her? Will the prophecy change?" the woman suddenly asked, reflecting on the chances of altering the augury.

"You will dispose of your own daughter?"