12
The nothingness didn’t last very long, or at least as long as Sarah though it would. She opened her eyes and found herself standing on the front porch of Ruthven’s home. The door stood in front of her, and was open. She could see into the lit hall, but a greater light was reflected on the walls. It was firelight, and the source came from the open doorway of the parlor.
Sarah grasped the door frame and slipped inside. The house was as quiet as the tomb. In front of the fireplace she saw a female figure.
“Um, excuse me?” Sarah spoke up.
The woman whipped her head up. Her eyes were a beautiful yellow that set off her flaming hair. She was pale and her cheeks were stained red by her long tears. The woman leapt to her feet and took a step back. “W-who are you?”
“Um, I’m Sarah,
