The Doors are Open By Morgan Mudge

I don't think any day in my life since my parents death have been the same. And I know that then my days weren't the same then either, but at least those days where lazy sometimes, and busy others. But here, I don't know what's going to happen. But I do know that every day is controlled by the Laird. His anger, and the punishments are horrid, even for little things. I hate it here, and no one knows how much. Obviously because I am a girl, and no one listens to me. 

As June stood at the table in the Hall and she couldn't help but think how heavenly it would be to be doing anything else. Including helping the women of the kitchen pull the guts out of the chickens that would go on the table later that night. 

It wasn't exactly very exciting standing and having the bones from the table thrown at you, and having her ankles and hands chained to the table leg, all because she had spoken her mind to one of the Lairs men. 

The doors creaked on their hinges as they were pushed open for, and for the first time that night the men looked up from their selfish amusement. 

Looking about the mess that was supposed to be a Hall, and that of the second wealthiest men in the land at that. 

And I'm supposed to find the one person who can help close the doors, in hear? Max thought to himself.  

As another piece of bone when flying across the room, Max watched as it sailed through the air, and hit a woman in the head. 

He looked away from the sight, and instead at the Laid. Max didn't notice that the hall had quieted down at their arrival, so intense was his concentration. 

The Laird was old. He had a beard, and all the signs of a man who ruled his lands and people, but didn't care about much other than money.  

So this in the most powerful man under the King. I knew that the Seer was right, he's not the one. 

In the quite, June could finally hear herself think, but also notice that the stranger was handsome. His hair a darker red that most Wicca's, and his eyes where intense, even across the room. As June took all this in, another bone hit her in the head. They were just trying to make her complain now. But she wouldn't. That would just mean more punishments.  

As the twelve behind the Wicca filed in to stand around the hall, everything went deathly quite. 

It was not every day that the men of Arcemare where outnumbered by sheer force of presence. 

It was then that the Laird finally looked up from shoveling food into his mouth. 

"What do you want?" Laird Owen yelled to the Wicca still standing at the door. 

"I have come to find someone". The Wicca said calmly. 

Something glowed as in was taken out of the strangers pocket. It looked like a tooth tied to cord of leather. 

As the man moved around the room, he held the tooth in front of him. As he went past, he held it above a persons head. Every time the Wicca did this, the light that surrounded tooth would grow dimmer, until it looked like it had gone completely out.  

As Max passed one of the slaves he had first seen, he noticed that about her there were bones scattered, and that in her hands she held a bowel. But what was most surprising -and at this point, Max wasn't all that easy to surprise - was that she was chained to the table hand and foot. 

Looking into the girls face, he could see all the grease that came from the bones, and the dread that was in her eyes. She was dirty now, but she was pretty. Her hair white but greasy, and eyes that could not be described as any other colour but gold. Cleaned up she would make a good servant for the King.