Hi, I've written a story I entirely made up myself. It's about a world that doesn't exist and characters I also made up myself. It's based on Banshees. It's called the Black Omen, because a Banshee is dressed in black and she also is an omen. I hope you like it. The Black Omen Aigneis saw Evan climbing the hill she was sitting on. In his hand he held a large basket of fruit which he – probably – had stolen from his dad. She stood up and walked towards him. There was something odd about him; his face was fixed upon the ground and he seemed to have a small limp. Aigneis stopped and looked at his ragged clothes. Even though it was nearly winter Evan was still wearing the same clothes as he wore in summer, just a lot on top of each other. Evan was still staring at his toes that came through a hole in his shoe and didn’t seem to be much of a talker today. Aigneis softly put her hand on his shoulder and guided him to the top of the hill. There he sat down and looked at the hills and the wide open ocean behind it. He sighed. ‘I wish I could just sail away… Just sail away from everything.’ Aigneis looked up. She now saw that he had a black eye and she thought she already knew who did it. It was usual that children were slapped every now and then, but Evans dad took that way too seriously There was a long silence between both of them. Then Aigneis said: ‘Where would you go then?’ Evan didn’t answer for a long time. He kept looking at the sea and seemed to be trapped in his own mind. But then, after ten minutes or so, he answered. ‘I don’t know.’ From the very first day they had met, Aigneis knew that a boy like Evan shouldn’t stay home and have a family. If it was his decision, he would’ve become a pirate. The idea of being a pirate frightened but excited Aigneis. You could do whatever you want, but at great cost. Because if you stole, you would be punished in the afterlife. Or so her mother always told her. Aigneis looked at Evans face and thought she saw a tear fall down his cheek. She wasn’t sure what to do, she had never been good at comforting people when they were down. Aigneis preferred just to make a joke and the person would laugh and then everything would be ok again. But she knew that that never helped. Because if you never faced the pain, it would only grow and grow and grow until it would be to big to carry and you would throw yourself of a cliff to put a stop to it. And Aigneis knew, because all her pains were still locked up inside her heart and she didn’t know when they were going to break out. She put her thoughts away and grabbed two apples. She gave one to Evan and took a bite out of the other one. And there they sat. They sat until the sun was nearly under and it was getting colder. ‘If you went away,’ Aigneis said softly. ‘would you leave me behind?’ She looked at him and tried to hold her face expressionless. He nodded. Aigneis turned her face away from him and felt hot tears streaming out of her eyes. She swallowed and swept them away. She turned her head and saw that he was still staring at her. He seemed to feel guilty about what he said. ‘I’m sorry, Aigneis, but your life is better than mine out here. You will find a man you’ll fall in love with and you’ll get married. But I will never find my true love on this island. I have to go.’ He tried to smile. ‘And one day I will.’ She also smiled weakly and again they sat there. On top of the hill. Silent. The next few years went well for both Aigneis and Evan. ‘Till one day Aigneis got home and found both her parents sitting at the dining table. They both seemed in a rather strange mood and were both looking at Aigneis as if she was the worldsaviour. Her dad, Kalen, gestured her to sit down and Aigneis obeyed. At the very moment she sat down, her mother embraced her. When she let her go Aigneis saw a few teardrops running down her cheeks. But her face was split into a big smile and she looked proud at her only daughter. Aigneis turned her head to her dad and saw that he too was about to burst into tears. She shook her head. ‘ This is mad.’ ‘Daughter,’ her dad said while he put a hand on her shoulder. ‘you’re fifteen now, which means you’re at the right age to get married.’ Aigneis nodded. Although she wasn’t much of a lady yet (she preferred hanging around in the stables with Evan, and to return home with her face covered in dirt and horse droppings) she had recently turned fifteen and it was a custom here for ladies to marry at a young age and for men to marry when they were older and had some experience of life, so they could impress their wives and mistresses. (For it was also usual for a man to have several mistresses) Suddenly Aigneis realised why her mum and dad were so excited and a very cold feeling suddenly covered her heart. ‘We’ve probably found you the best man in the world.’ Her dad said. ‘Prince Kevon of Castle Haldia.’ It took a few seconds before Aigneis’ brains could take in what her dad had just said. Suddenly she felt herself jumping on the table and hugging her parents. She jumped down the table and took a deep breath. ‘How-? When-? … Why…?’ Her dad grinned. ‘As the head of this village I am privileged to come to certain parties at the royal court. I heard King Lir was searching for a bride for his son Prince Kevon and I told him I have the perfect lady for him.’ Aigneis looked at her mother, but suddenly she felt very empty. As if something bad was going to happen. She saw her mother looking at her and smiled. ‘I’m going to sleep. It’s great mum, dad. Goodnight.’ She quickly ran up the stairs and put on her nightgown. She got in bed and blew out the candle next to her bed. She heard her parents talk downstairs and tried to close her eyes and fall asleep, but she couldn’t. She was very excited by the fact that she was getting married to a Prince, though she had never seen him before, he wasn’t an old horny goat, like some men. But that wasn’t what kept her from sleeping; there was still a very empty feeling inside her, as if something was going to happen, but no matter how far she tried to reach, she just couldn’t grab it. Suddenly she heard a loud noise outside. She lit her candle and carefully moved to the window. It was full moon and she could clearly see three persons creep across the road that parted their garden from the forest. She couldn’t see who they were, but she didn’t have a good feeling about it. She decided it would be better if they didn’t see her, so she blew out her candle. A moment later she regretted her action. She turned her back to the window and stared at the moving shadows in her bedroom. Just when she tried to get back into her bed she heard an unearthly cry. She froze on the spot. Again a cry. Aigneis tried to recognise the crying, but it sounded like the honking of geese, the howling of wolves and the moaning of a deserted child. The crying continued and Aigneis’ feet walked towards the window, though she didn’t want them to. When she arrived at the window she couldn’t believe her eyes. At the end of their garden, in the tree, sat a lady. She was clothed in black and seemed to be combing her long black hair. Aigneis felt a cold breeze and she shivered. She grabbed her coat and put it on. She crept down the stairs and opened the door. She couldn’t help herself, she simply had to. She silently closed the door and ran on bare feet across the mossy grass of their garden. She slowed down when she came nearer to the tree. The lady was sitting on the highest branch and was singing her own song while she was combing her hair. Aigneis stared at her for a while and felt the same icy feeling as before. She felt as if there was something going to happen. Something terrible. Suddenly the lady turned around and came down out of the tree. She had stopped combing her hair and stood right in front of Aigneis. Aigneis was immobilised by fear or by the beauty of the lady. The lady spread her arms and let out another cry. It was so terrible that Aigneis fell on the ground. She breathed heavily and realised it was getting harder and harder to breath. She crawled to the brook and tried to drink out of it, but then she saw it was staining with blood and there was a piece of clothing in it. The lady sat down next to her and started washing the shirt. Aigneis tried to say something, but somehow she couldn’t say more than some weak whisper. The lady spoke. ‘Something really bad is going to happen Lady Aigneis Kavanagh. It will cause the death of one person and something will destroy you for the rest of your life. It will be announced by my cries and by the death of several beaked creatures. Beware Lady Kavanagh, pure one of Celtic blood.’ And that's it for now. I really hope you liked it!