It Has Come

My name is Willow Chance. I live in a small town called Ervale. In Ervale, there is one major family that the rest of the town depends on for jobs for the unemployed and to boost their economy. That family is my family.

A mansion of insurmountable size, beauty, and grace. That house is my house.

A place to work for good wages and proper terms. That establishment is my establishment.

Until the third of May, 1842. That date is my birth date.

That was when the lesser employees were sacked. That was when the wrought iron gates were locked tight with an indestructable padlock.

That was when the family that had been so dependable through the centuries became desolate. Cold. Unwelcoming. It was when only three maids, one butler, one master, one mistress, and one child of wealth remained.

It was when It came.