The Plans

The clicking of heels stopped in front of a gate. The door slid open and it resumed again. The room was dark. It wasn't eerie dark but it looked as if it wanted to portray the night sky. In front of a table there sat a man with soft curly brown falling in waves over his head. He sat there with his head down, pouring over some book in front of him.

He had a chiseled sharp face with brown eyes. His skin was like porcelain. One who saw the guy could only think of one word. That word is pretty. After all, the man was ethereally beautiful. He had one of the faces that you couldn't guess the age of. That was also the reason no one knew how old he was. His face was smooth without any wrinkle or spots. While he looked young his eyes were hard and knowledgeable that only comes with age.

"I just checked, he is still with Isobel and they are running through the forest." The voice of the girl wearing the heels announced.