The Last Nymph: Prologue

Lena's POV

As I crept towards the last steps of stairs, I opened the wooden door. It squeaked as I opened it wide open. Behind the door was a big room, which I believe was a bedroom. I walked forward and the door behind me slammed shut and I flinched. I didn't run back to the door and try to open the jammed door because I knew what was coming for me. I came here for a reason. I walked a little bit more until I found a girl about the age of 16 sitting infront of her loom, humming. I walked up to her and placed my hand on her shoulder.

She did not show any fear and asked, "What is it you seek?"

"I seek for thy prophecy, m'lady," I answered.

"A prophecy must only be given when tim ein ripe. Come back until thee is ready."

I refused to go without what I came for.

"No," I replied, "I shant go until thy has given a prophecy!"

"It does not work as what thee wishes, young seeker," she said gently.

I got angry. She was too gentle but was hard too push. I knew I'd never win the battle against her, so I left. Just as I turned my back on her, her hand grabbed my arm. Her hand was really cold. I looked at her and her eyes were misty green. Her mouth was smoking out green mist.

WIP