From darkest days to brightest nights

SYLVIO

I walk in, sit on a wooden stool and lean on the bench.

"Are you looking forward to the festival Elizabeth?" I rest my head in one hand and look towards the old cook standing by the stove. Her dress has patches of different fabrics to cover the holes worn into it over the years, It hangs loose over her thin frail frame and her white hair looked as though she never brushed it. She was blind in one eye and scared most grown men but she was also caring. She comes close and rest a warm wrinkled hand upon mine as she shakes her head.

"No for I fear a great darkness for the remaining humans will ride in on the wings of the wind tonight lord." She speaks so quiet that I have to lean closer to hear her and even then, still struggle to hear. "Be watchful young lord, death will visit here tonight, the peace wont last much longer."

"What do you mean?" I place my other hand over hers.

"You have the ocean blue eyes and sand coloured hair of your mother." She glances across my face taking in the brilliant blue eyes my mother gave me.

"Yea well its not always a good thing, my father hasn't looked at me since she vanished, I remind him of the pain apparently." I sigh as I remove my hands and slide off the stool.

"You should cherish it Sylvio." I nod and head out of the room and down the hall to my room the orange glow of the setting sun slowly spills in through the windows. For the sake of the people I hope Elizabeth is wrong.