The house was a beautiful piece of art, definitely one of a kind, build on pillars reaching two story’s high. Steps made of granite finished with railings made of what seemed to be pure gold. The porch was laid out with dark granite tiles and the walls were of perfectly carved stone. Between the stones were small pieces of blue granite, the windows from floor to roof and a sliding glass door. Curtains were open but the windows slightly tinted. Jenny walked up to the doors and rang the bell, Slogan and Mage joining her but Ronan stood back, not wanting to scare the owner with being one too many in the doorway. They waited, but no one came. Mage moved away and sat down on the bench next to the door. Guess we will have to wait until the owner returns; she said. Jenny frowned then rang the bel
