Post by Faye Daren on Dec 19, 2015 18:26:24 GMT
425 words | @mackenzie | Hope you like it! | Outfit credit to nat of adoxography. | Faye walked around the Daren manor. It was now twice the size it had been way back in her day. Then it had only been one story. Now it was barely recognisable but she could see small things, that reminded her of home. She had gotten home and Katie had given her a dress, that she believed belonged to her niece Mackenzie. Once she was more or less settled in, Katie said that she had to go, and simply asked Faye to stay and that she wouldn't be gone long. Faye agreed and took it upon herself to look around the house. She looked at several different pictures, of the Daren family. Including the line going back as long as the camera was invented. Anything beyond that was paintings. If it could possibly be afforded back then. Such a thing was pricey. Faye continued to walk around the house and ended up in the lounge. She stood at the fire place examining it, remembering the days when she would have to gather fire wood in order to create a fire. Now, she could merely light one with magic. She glanced at the fire willing the fire to life muttering the spell along with it and the fire burst to life sending heat around her legs. Though as soon as she lit the fire she put it out with magic as well. The prickly heat around her legs reminding her too much of how her sister had been killed. Or at least how she had felt it. Reaching up she grasped a photograph from above the fire place. A picture of Katie, Mackenzie who looked exactly as she did. Then her brother... who looked exactly like her father, Hugh. Four centuries ago and it was as if the original family reincarnated into the present day... which to Faye meant anything but good news. It was as if there was only one person missing and that was her own mother. She glared at the photo, the thought of her mother filling her with a dark rage. The last time she had seen her mother was the night Freya was killed, and then again the night that she had been killed by her dark magic. She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the door open and close. She placed the photograph back onto the mantelpiece, "Katie?" She called into the house wondering who it was that had come home. |