"Bolt tha' windows!" Cheryl shouted up the stairs to the servants. "The winds are a pickin' up. Thar's a bad storm a coumin'." She headed to the front doors of the keep. Placing her hand on the door she gave it a good push and started to slid the latch into place when she heard a faint cry. Cheryl looked around quickly. She sighed smiling, shaking her head as the spirits of the castle had startled her once again. After locking the door she turned to finish up the kitchen windows when she heard the cry again. "Alright yews. Tha's enough. I've got work tae dae." The cry sounded again. This time it sounded like it was right out side the door. Rolling her eyes Cheryl sauntered to the door and began unlocking it. "If I'm wasting my time playing with," she froze when the door opened. She stared down at the woven basket on the top step. The blankets shifted and the small cry was heard again. "Oh my goodness," Cheryl quickly kneels next to the basket and unwrapped it. Her breath catching when small little green orbs squinted open and peered up at her. Cheryl looked up and out over the land, as if to find the child's parent watching to make sure their baby would be safe. She picked up the basket and went back inside, latching the bolts behind her. "Terra," she called out just above a whisper as she sat down in the floor with the basket. Slowly the pushed away the pink and white blankets lifting the child into her arms.
"Aye ma-" Terra froze her mouth gapping. "Where on earth did'tha come frum?" She walked to Cheryl.
"I found her ou' on tha front steps," Cheryl stared down at the child smiling.
Terra kneeled next to her and inhaled deeply releasing a heavy sigh. "She smells like the lilies down by the glen. So strongly too."
"Then tha' is wha' we shall call her. Lilly."
Terra glanced to the basket and tugged at the darker object, pulling a note from the pile of blankets. She opened it and read aloud.
"My lady. I'm leaving you with my sweet little angel because I fear for her life. Her people share a special gift like no other, as does she. The dark ones have been hunting our kind over the ages, to wish to steal our light and turn it against everyone. They have been closing in and I fear the attack will come any day now. Please take my daughter as your own for her protection. Tell no one, not even her of her gift. Until she is fifteen. The day she turns of age a woman named Ahalla will come for her. She will teach her about the gift she possesses and train her in the ways of her people.
Terra looked up to Cheryl. "Tha's all it says."
Cheryl looked down on her new little flower and smiled. "Well, we best ge' started on a room fer her."
"Aye ma-" Terra froze her mouth gapping. "Where on earth did'tha come frum?" She walked to Cheryl.
"I found her ou' on tha front steps," Cheryl stared down at the child smiling.
Terra kneeled next to her and inhaled deeply releasing a heavy sigh. "She smells like the lilies down by the glen. So strongly too."
"Then tha' is wha' we shall call her. Lilly."
Terra glanced to the basket and tugged at the darker object, pulling a note from the pile of blankets. She opened it and read aloud.
"My lady. I'm leaving you with my sweet little angel because I fear for her life. Her people share a special gift like no other, as does she. The dark ones have been hunting our kind over the ages, to wish to steal our light and turn it against everyone. They have been closing in and I fear the attack will come any day now. Please take my daughter as your own for her protection. Tell no one, not even her of her gift. Until she is fifteen. The day she turns of age a woman named Ahalla will come for her. She will teach her about the gift she possesses and train her in the ways of her people.
Terra looked up to Cheryl. "Tha's all it says."
Cheryl looked down on her new little flower and smiled. "Well, we best ge' started on a room fer her."