The setting sun cast an orange hue on the horizon, as it loomed over the Lytton Manor.
Renowned for its elegant features that could almost whisk away oneself to centuries back to Pax Britannia. Albeit, it's old engineering, it does not cease to hold a tale of a lineage that left it's imprints til now.
Elaine Lytton, a researcher at Kellis Institute Of Knowledge, is the current successor of this very Manor and has the responsibility to uphold the lineage.
Miss Elaine is a simple creature, a good cup of tea and a book are enough to satisfy this woman who apparently is unapproachable to most. Quite the usual remark, wouldn't you agree, dear reader? Even so, like every form of life that roams the earth, she is drawn by the eerie circumstances of nature.
The Lytton household represents a figure, a person who has said to display a "true Lytton", not just by blood but by power, speech, and control. Clarissa Lytton, grandmother of Miss Elaine Lytton, reputed to be an austere individual. Each and every word that she seemed to utter were calculated and had a hint of either acknowledgement or bitterness. Receiving the latter was often a once in a blue moon for most. Despite being portrayed as such, the woman was not exactly as sharp, for she had her own set of flaws;her own blood. A stereotypical weakness for such people, but unlike most she did show it and was not afraid to speak up for the well being of her own people.
Elaine could only imagine what the woman was really like. As her childhood managed to only give her a limited interaction and recollection of this person. Elaine's parent's were unable to be the heads of the Lytton Manor as they were deemed to take after the other lineage of her grandfather. Leaving Elaine, her paternal grandparents' wealth. The will came with riches, policies and whatever regular things they provide. One more thing that was passed on, was a book, and of course, you guessed it. It was not just any book, even if it had a well-worn appearance, and its creased spine.
17 September, (1987)
"Watch out, my lady!" A fear stricken voice echoed, followed by a soft, yet impactful thud. "My apologies, are you alright my lady?" A hand reached out towards Elaine, as she recovered from the fall. Riddle, like any feline was determined to cause havoc round the Manor just for fun. "It's alright, it's just Riddle and her usual antics. I would request to at least keep her out of reach from the main office. I hope that'll work, right Lorri? Said Elaine looking up at the worried figure, who was Lorri, a maid who spent most of her time under Elaine's service specifically. A bright soul she was. "I- Yes, that works!!" The dutiful maid excuses herself with the now clam feline in her arms. Elaine turns on her heels and goes towards one of the verandas. It is one of those many days where she finds herself standing alone, just her and her thoughts as the evening breeze sets in.
As of today, what troubles her is the curiosity that knocks at the doors of her mind. All these riches, titles and fanfare, for what exactly? More importantly, why is it that a longing for something tugs at her. It's unknown yet familiar, something she cannot yet comprehend, but will she manage getting ahold of it? "Nope. Not this, get a grip, Elaine, it's just a thought, nothing else."
She tries repeating the phrase in her head, in hopes of a relief is, herself is not certain of wanting.