Free Heritage by Rebecca Walton Page A

rang a bell, but I couldn’t come up with a conclusion to what it was.
     
    Emerald looked at me disapprovingly and stood up, continuing to find another dress for me while she spoke.
    “I worry about you sometimes, too many blows to the head that’s what it is.”
    “Or you dropped me on my head as a child,” I mocked and ducked as a pair of jeans came flying over to me.
    “I’d never do that! Your father on the other hand ,” she chuckled. “Anyway the coming together feast happens every twenty years and well…” She was interrupted by a knock on the door, it opened with a creak and in came a maid with a tray of tea and biscuits. Nodding our way, she placed the tray on the ottoman and left.  Emerald closed the drawer she was looking through and poured me a cup of tea. As she passed it to me, she crossed the room to my wardrobe.
    “As I was saying, it happens every twenty years, it’s the coming together of your father the King of good magic and well the King of Evil,” she flicked through my clothes and picked out a blue silk dress.
    “Did you say King of Evil” I spluttered standing up and walking to stand beside her.
    “Yes dear, that’s what I said. This dress is perfect, absolutely perfect, and you will look just darling in it,” She muttered, picking out a couple of matching blue heels.
    “But…But…He’s evil, that’s suicidal. Why would we even have something as stupid as a feast with them,” I exclaimed as I hastily followed Emerald out of my room and down the corridor towards the living room.
    “Are you listening to me?!” I shouted.
    “Young Lady calm yourself! I’ve told you about this before,” She replied sternly.
    “Funny, that it is something I would remember, “I huffed and stormed away from her.
     
    A demon in the house, that fricking fantastic. That is only going to end in tears, or death. I made my way down the stairs and had walked down two corridors before I reached the door to the grand hall, the hall where all feasts were held. Creaking open the door I checked to see if anyone was inside, the only sign of life was Boggle, Ethan’s Dalmatian and he wasn’t doing much. The room was decorated in red and gold banners, and each table had individual table settings. It seemed that we were having over five hundred guests from the look of the chairs that were stacked around the tables. The tables were arranged in a u shape, I presumed it was so everybody could see the head table that wasn’t connected to the others. It was situated in front of the u shape, further away from them.
     
    The head table that’s where ‘they’ will be sitting, I circled the table and saw where I would be sitting. My name was written in gold writing on a name card. I glanced at the one on my right which would be my father and then Ethan and on my Left would be.
    “Logan!” I grunted as I read the name card that was to the left of me. Of course, I thought my day couldn’t get any worse, and it was only half ten. Taking a seat on the floor in front of the table with the card in my hand. I pictured the boy I had seen the night before and my stomach started to clench.
    “So this is the new hang out now.”
    “What,” I jumped up and placed the card back on the table. Turning around towards the voice, I saw Josh lingering in the doorway.
    “Hey I was just… You know what I don’t know,” I mumbled making my way towards him.
    “So this guy, Logan.” He said as he walked towards the head table and picked up the card that I had just placed back down.
    “What’s his story?”
    “Like I know or care.” I exclaimed as I took the card from his hand and placed it back on the table, for the second time.
    “Alright, alright!” He smirked holding his hands up in the air. “Don’t shoot.”
     
    This was the room which we had huge family filled, festive occasions. It was filled with happy memories and now, after today it was going to be tainted. Of course I had no say in the matter and as