Amethyst- Book one

Chapter ten- An Evening at the Wyman's

A.N- Although I really wanted those votes and or comment, there were none whatsoever. I want this to be a well known story on Wattpad. Maybe then my sister will think about sending it to a publisher.So, apparentally she was told about this whole scheme, but she doesn't mind. Problem is, if I were to hand over this responsibilty to her, you would never have an update. She isn't very techno friendly. When she's on her laptop, it's either writing, or checking email and such. SO, please, please, please, comment, vote, etc. I want her to see that sending this story to a publisher would be a good idea. Alright, that's all I have to say xD. I'm not a big authors note type of person, but I feel like I haven't expressed enough what I need to show my sister. For whoever is reading, thank you for taking the time. It means a lot to me, and will mean a lot to my sister when I can actually show her. Thanks! (:

Almost an hour after we loaded into the Hummer, we arrived at what may’ve been the largest house I ever saw. It was three stories tall and had windows as tall as I am. I estimated that it may be the size of a football field, and it had many columns, fountains and strange, medieval statues. All around it, was acres of woodlands, which made it very secluded, and with that, the statues and the vast size of the house—no, mansion—I felt like I was about to step into a haunted house. I shuddered as I stepped out of the car, because the smell of warm fur and pine needles became overpowering all of the sudden. As usual, Ted seemed calm as could be, and Alex looked eager to get a look at the house from the inside. For some reason, being the only one who was feeling unsettled made me irritated. Before I stepped up onto the porch, though, I double-checked my hands to be sure I wasn’t emitting any shields, and had to shake one off of my right hand.

    The door was just as massive and a little creepy as the rest of the landscape. It was twice as wide as Ted, Alex and I together, and it had several locks and an old-fashioned locker with a wolf’s head biting down on the knocker. Ted nonchalantly used the knocker, tapping his foot lightly and checking his watch a couple of times. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he started to whistle show tunes. Besides me, Alex practically stood on his toes to try to peer through the eye-hole and see what was inside.

    A clash of metal sounds and a high-pitched screech as the doorknob turned indicated that the door was opening, and I held my breath, expecting to see a gray, ominous butler or maid as the entire horror, haunted house movies go. However, in the butler/maid’s place was an elderly woman that oddly reminded me of Mrs. Clause. Her thick, white hair was pulled into a soft bun on her head, and her skin glowed in a soft, pink color. She wore glasses that have the beaded necklace to go around the neck and she wore a bright, red dress with soft pink hearts. Behind her pleasant and cheerful looks, she also appeared very respectful and sophisticated, and there was also that timeless look in her bright blue eyes that reminded me of Ted’s eyes. Seeing Ted first, her eyes widened, and then she smiled and crushed Ted into a hug.

    “Teiren, it has been almost ninety-years since I last saw you!” She applauded, holding him back as if inspecting him. “You obviously are not eating enough. I’d offer a large meal, but we’re a little…. busy… tonight. But, please, come in and I’ll get you something to eat and—oh! Who are these two?” She asked after glancing at Alex and I. I noticed she spoke in a strange accent. British, but something older too.

    “Mr.’s Wyman, I am very happy to see you. But, well, do you remember of the responsibility I’ve mentioned, that my father has entrusted my brother and I? Well, this is the amethyst viscala. Her name is Amethyst Lombardi. And this is the flint viscala, his name is Alex Greene.” Ted introduced us.

    “It’s nice to meet you Mr.’s Wyman.” I said politely as I shook her hand.

    “My lord, it is an honor to meet you! I can’t believe it; I thought it was just a story by now, but with your eyes!” Mr.’s Wyman looked at Alex and me with awe. She smiled again.