The Prophecy
Leila stood motionless on the edge of her bedroom balcony, her deep hazel eyes set solely upon the distant horizon. She watched as the sun rose over the tree tops, casting a watery light over the landscape and creating elongated shadows across the ground. The light January breeze, bringing with it the distinct aroma of pine, tugged at her loose, jet black curls. The long side fringe that usually concealed the left side of her face was pinned back revealing her soft, nutmeg complexion, which was highlighted in the early morning light.
Along with her younger sister Lucy, Leila had been at Layro Manor two nights, but it already felt like things were turning for the worse.
She gently curled her fingers around the metal railing, as if the simplest touch would break it, and shifted her gaze from the horizon to the secluded woods that existed modestly beyond the manor gardens. Every night since moving to the Manor the voices have called out to her from the woods. Begging for help.
Leila shock her head, closed her eyes and thought back to when she had first met Lord Layro.
Starlight Children's Care Home was having it's annual Open Day, a sunny day in the middle of the year where individuals, couples or even families, who were interested in fostering, were welcomed in and given more information about the certain procedures. Having no children of their own, the Lord and Lady Layro took an immediate interest and drove down in their silver Rolls Royce that morning.
Lord Rex Layro, a well built man in his mid-forties with chestnut hair - that was sporting the starts of a salt and pepper look - had discovered a not-so-bothered Leila hiding away in her bedroom.
"I see that not every inmate is allowed out on these Open Days," he teased in a rough voice.
"Yeah," Leila turned to put a face to the stranger's voice. "Juvenile prisons are getting worse thanks to the government," she giggled, surprising herself, "I don't exactly feel like hanging around another set of foster parents who will eventually decide that two kids is just too much hassle. Our last foster parents returned us like a broken carton of milk," she said bitterly and noticing the strangers expression as he looked around her room added, "We haven't had time to unpack."
The four matte pink walls contained two basic, wooden frame beds positioned next to each other opposite the door, two large elm wardrobes, one placed on each wall adjacent to the beds, a range of different sized cardboard boxes spread awkwardly across the rough beige carpet and a simple double glazed window situated in the wall between the two beds.
Lord Rex turned to face Leila.
"You said, us? Who exactly is us?"
"My sister Lucy and Me."
The two formally introduced themselves and sat on the two beds listening to each other talk about their life and their likes and dislikes until the Open Day was over and Lord Rex had to leave. AS they exchanged their goodbyes the Lord promised to visit her again. She watched from her bedroom window as he and his wife climbed into the silver Rolls Royce and drove away.
Leila strolled out of memory lane and focused back on the woods. She new something wasn't right. It wasn't just the voices that came from the woods it was the way Leila could hear them. It wasn't like hearing someone face to face. It was almost...telepathy.
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