7
The haunting sound of an owl ripped through the air and woke Orla. She sat up abruptly and punched at something in front or her. She panted and glanced frantically around. The blurry vision become clear in a short moment. She was sitting in a bed, and the ‘thing’ she had hit was her distant cousin Alana.
“Oi, you crazy snit!”
Only Alana would call Orla a snit. It made no sense, but it was the nickname she had given Orla when she was just a grumpy kid in black magic class, and she refused to call Orla by any other name.
Orla looked around the room. She didn’t recognize the place. “Where am I?”
“Uncle Daly’s house.”
Her head throbbed in incredible pain. Refraining from a sneer, she asked, “Bradan’s father?”
Alana shrugged. “Yes, as long as I’ve know them, they’ve been father and son
