A Whateley Academy 2nd Generation Tale
The Haunting of Jennifer Kelly
By E. E. Nalley
October 7th, 2016
The March of Dreams
Jennifer Kelly wandered the Moors of Scotland while regretting in a vague way her weakness for romance novels. She'd never been to Scotland, nor watched any documentaries or travelogues; or had any other desire to journey to the faraway land. Although it was the backdrop of the torrid series of bodice rippers that was her current fascination literature wise. And so she blamed The Margrave's Mistress, for the strange dream she was having.
She rubbed her shoulders against the cold and damp wondering why her dream was not set in the warm well lit hallways of Castle Moray as opposed to this miserable, marshy wilderness. On the wind floated the angry neigh of a horse just as upset at being out in the weather as she was. Jennifer turned and looked over her shoulder up a tall hill to see a stallion and rider silhouetted against the starlight and the pale full moon was rising behind them.
A thrill of fear raced up and down her spine and for some reason the sight of the rider and the horse filled her with fear and dread. Jennifer turned and bolted towards the little copse of trees further down the valley she was in, any direction to be away from the horse and the rider. Her reaction was just in time to avoid an arrow that zipped by the space she had just occupied and embedded itself into the marshy soil. The courier needed no further warning and continued running towards the shelter of the trees only to find herself in the chaos of the battlefield.