A Forgotten Life
The air was extremely cold in the late January morning. The young woman dismounted from her horse in the courtyard of the high school. Teenagers were walking through the two doors and into the warm hallway of Northwood Academy in Portsmouth New Hampshire. Everyone was huddled against the wind and trying to shove each other out of the way to get in. In the chaos, not many students noticed the cloaked figure walking towards them. A few did though and started shoving further trying to get away from the stranger. As the stranger walked towards them, they moved to let her through the doors. They didn't know who she was, but they knew they should let her through.
When the young woman was through the doors she turned right and into the main lobby, where the students were hanging out waiting to go to class. The kids closest to the stranger stopped talking and just starred. As she started to walk towards a certain bench near the windows looking out into the courtyard, the chatter that was deafening a moment before died away. All eyes were on her. Her heels clicked on the stone floor, and her midnight blue cape trailed behind her as she walked towards the one she was here for. The girl stared at the woman like the rest of her classmates in the room.
When the stranger reached the bench where the girl was seated, she got a good look at her. She was wearing a white blouse with a red and gold stripped tie, a red, blue and black checkered skirt, white stockings and three inch black heels. She had her dark brown hair in a clip near the crest of her head. Her dark brown eyes had a sparkle to it that was both intrigued by the strange woman and scared at the same time. Her messenger bag had a picture of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with a book hanging out. The book, the young woman saw, was Prince Caspian of the Chronicles of Narnia series. She was reading it for the movie that was coming out in a few months.
"Katherine," the strange young woman said, "You must come with me." She pulled her hood down and long locks of brown hair tumbled down. Her bright blue eyes were piercing like they could read your mind. They sparkled with a hint of danger.
"Why?" Katherine asked in a squeak.
"Because you need to know who you are and what you are to become. There was a prophecy made at the same exact moment of your birth. But we must not talk about it now—here. Come with me and I will tell you everything you want to know."
"How do I know I can trust you?"
"Because I am your sister."