Bk 2: Chapter One (1)

A fair hand trembled slightly as it raised a cup of tea to pale lips. The lonely sound of the crackling fire burning in the fire place soon rejoiced to company from the clicking sound of a woman's heel on marble floors approaching from afar, as it's light cast a warm glow on the girl drinking tea in the dark. Her stiff presence turned even stiffer as she heard the clicking near. The door burst open as she was putting down her tea, that almost spilled at the shout of the familiar voice.

"Amie Miles Krain!" Mrs. Krain bellowed.

"The night has aged, mother." Amie answered.

"So, you do think I am your mother. I thought you were such great being that descended down to the world from the three god's palms."

"It is so late for you to be speaking in riddles. You of all people abusing the night with your voice in such a manner, I'd assume you are peeved at me. But why?" Amie asked.