Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

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Chapter One

Nancy's pale fingers clutched the letter, her hand shaking almost hard enough to jerk the important paper right out of her slippery grip. The pounding on the stairs echoed through the attic, and Nancys terrified gaze flew over the door. She slowly crept up to the door, shivering as she held out a quivering hand with elegant fingers. Gently, they grasped the glass knob, carefully turning. The door creaked opened, revealing

           Nancy gasped as she was awakened from her nightmare. The mansion she was staying at always gave her the creeps. She glanced around her fancy bedroom, admiring the mesmerizing wallpaper and detailed accents. She especially adored the antique mirror propped up in a dusty corner, the glass still reflecting flawlessly. Her eyes turned to the handsome picture of Ned Nickerson perched on her lovely white nightstand. She smiled.

She shook her thoughts away as she remembered why she was here: she was to help the nice gentleman, Lars Worfred, figure out why his picky little daughter was acting so strangely. Elizabeth has unique tastes and would not settle for less, and recently she appeared to be glazed over and completely mindless. Her grades had also received a dramatic drop, and nobody could come to sum up why. Every time Nancy saw here, her hazel eyes appeared distant and scarred, her fingers rattling against any object she touched. Something had happened to Elizabeth, and Nancy was determined to figure out what.

Nancy rolled slowly out of her comfy, fancy-made bed, and she slipped into her casual detective clothes and cap. She walked gracefully down the clunky stairs, her small heels barely making a sound. She arrived in the kitchen to see Lars already awake, a contagious grin plastered on his face.

"Good morning Miss Drew, how was your sleep?" he queried.

"Quite lovely, thank you." Nancy replied kindly. "Your bedrooms are so beautiful, its almost impossible to not have a peaceful sleep." She didnt mention the haunting dream she had had, but she might as well lay down a slight lie if she wanted to do any snooping.

"This is good news," he nodded happily. Then, dropping to a whispering tone, he added, "Any news on my daughter?"

Nancy shook her head shamefully. "No, Mr. Worfred, I have yet to do a full investigation." She added with caution, "However, I assure you I will most definitely work on that today. Is Elizabeth awake yet?"

Lars shook his head. "No, not quite yet, that night owl. Feel free to chat with her once shes had her morning bagel, though. You won't get much out of her until shes had her bagel." He informed her with a chuckle. Nancy forced a giggle, then returned to fixing up a cup of herbal tea.

Much too soon, Elizabeth strut into the kitchen, bobbing around her father like a hummingbird. Her golden curls were swopped into a messy ponytail, and her long, white nightgown reached her ankles and had a little pink bow at the collar.

"Father, can you please get me my bagel?" Elizabeth asked.

Lars gave her an annoyed look. "Elizabeth, please take care of yourself. The bagels are merely on the top shelf. Just  climb up on the counter and fetch them."
Elizabeth was not pleased. She huffily stomped over to the counter, peered up, then turned to Nancy.

"Will you please retrieve those bagels?" she demanded innocently.

"No Nancy, please do not!" Lars cried. "Elizabeth, fetch them yourself!"

Elizabeth was angry. She shot her father a grumpy glare, then pulled herself onto the counter and retrieved the bagels, making sure to knock over a salt shaker while she was at it. She dashed out of the room.

Lars sighed, then fetched a sponge. Nancy offered to help, but he refused.

"A guest should not do chores like this," he explained. "Please drink your tea."

Nancy slowly finished her hot drink, then was left alone when Lars needed to run to an errand. She stared at the decorative dining room, the chandelier a gorgeous gold, and the tablecloths a peaceful, comforting blue that melted Nancys stress. She wished she knew what was haunting Elizabeth so much. But then we all wish a lot of things, and most never happen. And Nancy was sadly aware of that.

-- Edited by Moonstar at 05:02, 2008-08-21

Hrm, Nancy Drew sounds familiar... =/
Oh well, lovely writing, as usual! :D

"She stared at the decorative dining room, the chandelier a gorgeous gold, and the tablecloths a peaceful, comforting blue that melted Nancy's stress."

I loved how you described the dining room. :)

this looks cool!