<div align="center"><em>Abigale Norwick - Into the fire...</em></div><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i45.tinypic.com/xg9qpu.jpg)</div>Despite of she had been living her life the past few years, Abigale was still new to traveling alone. When she got the letter she had thought, at first, to throw it out. For one, she didn't know who it was from. She'd never heard of this<em>Florian Blackwood</em>before. Even though the letter had said not to mention the contents of it to anyone else, she had asked her Aunt if she'd heard of this Blackwood person. Her Aunt said she hadn't and when asked why, Abigale simply said she'd heard the name somewhere and thought it sounded nice.<br/><br/>Despite having ignored the letter for a few days, it sat in her night stand and tormented her. She couldn't find it in herself to throw it out or burn it. Finally, laying in bed one night, she decided to respond saying she would be there. It had been easy enough to convince her Aunt to let her go once she lied and said that one of her friends from the coven would be going with. It wasn't the first time she'd liked to her Aunt and she knew the woman would figure it out the on the full moon when they held their regular circles and everyone was there except Abby. The only thing that made this different from her other lies was that she could get lost or hurt being out on her own like this.<br/><br/>Instead of normal travel clothing, Abigale had chosen to wear something that made her feel strong and protected. Her witch's gown from her initiation last year. It was made of thick, black material with silvery threads used to sew it together. Around her waist, to cinch the gown against her figure, was a black, leather belt. The clasp on it having been hand made by a man in their coven for her initiation. It looked like the inside of a clock. Little gears and wires that even moved. It was a miracle of magic since there was no real means to make the gears move.<br/><br/>She'd taken a horse as far as it would go, pushing the large creature as close to the manor as it would get before it decided to buck her off and run off in the direction they'd come from, "Blasted beast..." she growled to herself as she pulled herself up from the ground. Fixing her dark, brown hair and tucking it back under her cloak hood, she looked around for the easiest trek to the manor. It was far away and she was sure she could make it on her own. Abigale knew she should turn back. Animals didn't spook like that for no reason. But much like other things in her life, curiosity was too hard to ignore and she trudged on.<br/><br/>It took her a while, but she managed to make it to the large doors of the manor. Dusting off the dirt from her gown and hair, Abigale looked around a little. She could hear horses elsewhere and so assumed she was not the first here. As much as the young witch liked being outside, she wasn't fond of the cold wind and so tried to hide from it against the wall. It was hard to wipe all the damage her parents had done to her mind, and so in times of nervous fits, she prayed. Absentmindedly, she said the Lord's Prayer in a hushed tone to herself.