Rarity

Chapter 3

           AYE! So I am here and just wanted to say hello before this update begins. so, well... HELLO!

         My jaw dropped. I am not kidding. I probably looked like dying fish as I stood there, eyes wide, gaping at the sight.

          Where before there had only been empty land, there now stood a enormous brownstone building. It towered above me, probably about 70 stories, and had an archaic, haunting look to it. The old, rusty metal rails, the cathedral spires and the windows that seemed to go right along with it. It didn't look dirty, I decided. It looked antique, something that was too precious to be washed.

         "Told you there was something there." Jace said out of nowhere.

         "Oh shut up. Now, are we going to go inside this creepy old building or what?"

         "Excuse me but this 'creepy old building' is my home. And yea I guess. You don't have any more questions before we go in? You seemed pretty straight to the point."

          "At the moment, no. once we get inside, yes I probably will have loads of questions that just keep coming. Also, I am straight to the point right now. I want to get in there so you can tell me about my parents."

          At the mention of my parents, he seemed to get a lump in his throat, like he dreaded talking to me about it.

          "Yea, uh, well lets get going then," He said, beginning to march away from me.

**********HELLO IT IS MO! TIME SKIP OF LIKE 4 MINUTES!!!**********

          He pushed open the doors, revealing a long, narrow entry hall. About 15 feet down the corridor and to the right was a set of stairs, immediately followed by a scratched and smudged elevator door. A bit past that were three doors, one slightly ajar, warm light seeping through into the hallway.

          Jace shrugged off his coat, absentmindedly hanging it on a coat rack, as if he had done it a thousand times before.

          "Mill! Clark! I've got her!" He shouted, turning his head slightly to the ceiling as he made his way down the hall, towards the room with the light.

          I closed the door behind me, timidly following him down the hall. I turned into the now wide-open doorway and it somehow managed to put me at ease. The room had only one small window in the back, allowing little natural light in. However, it made up for it in firelight. A large, brick fireplace stood on either side of the room, filling the relatively small space with warmth. Between the fires sat a hodgepodge of furniture. It was messy, yet it was relaxing, not chaotic.  Positioned in front of the left fireplace were two large, worn, crimson armchairs. Between them was a brown mahogany coffee table stacked with leather bound books. In the center of the room was a gray couch, the cushions sunk from years of use. Surrounding it were more coffee tables, a few ottomans, three wooden rocking chairs, and more piles of books. A couple of more armchairs stood by the right fire, worn to the point that I couldn't decide what their original color was.  Bookshelves covered every inch of available wall space. There were hardcovers, paperbacks, fancy leather bound books like those sitting on the table, thin children's books, huge novels, books with fabric bound spines that frayed at the edge, any type you could imagine really.

        "This is the lounge." Jace stated, flopping down on the gray couch and stretching out. He rested one hand behind his neck and slung the other across his face, covering his eyes. I was about to say something when a raspy voice spoke up from behind me.

          "So Sara is your name?" 

          I shrieked, spinning around and probably jumping a couple feet in the air. My face burned and I looked down at my shoes in embarrassment. The man just chuckled.

           He was about 6'4, towering above my suddenly-not-so-tall 5'6. He had wispy white hair and light eyes. His face was wrinkled, with smile lines visible. He smiled at me, his eyes crinkling as he did so. I didn't fully see what color his eyes were. Maybe a pale blue? He stuck out his hand.

          "John Millard, but all the kids just call me Mill." He said with a wink.

          "Sara Piele." I replied, shaking his hand. (Btw her last name is pronounced pee-eh-l)

A/N hey peeps! sorry this was kind of short but I wanted to update much sooner than I said I would and this was all I had time for! I apologize for any mistakes but I didn't have much time to check:) For now, thanks for reading my precious wombats!