What do you think of the first chapter of my story?

Stupid? Good? Should I continue?

Chapter 1

October 1, 1902

The small figure in the hooded red cape hurried down the street. She was silent except for the crunching of leaves with each step she took. Suddenly she stopped and looked at the ancient mansion that loomed before her. The girl walked up to the door and pushed it open. Her footsteps were muffled by the heavy coating of dust on the once magnificently glowing hardwood floors. She walked purposefully down the hallway, past spider web coated chandeliers, grand parlors and other such rooms, then she came to the black door. The black contrasted with the mansion’s other maple colored doors in a somewhat eerie way; nevertheless she twisted the gold handle and stepped forward. The room looked like a young girl’s bedroom, as it had flowers painted on the walls and a lovely white bed frame with very frilly blankets and sheets on the mattress. The girl looked around then removed her cape. She had a small, slight frame and looked around the age of nineteen or twenty. Her face was pale and her hair was a light mousy brown. In fact, all of her features seemed pale and dimmed except for her striking violet eyes and red lips. She absently played with the grey ribbon that was tied around the waist of her floor length grey dress, and then slowly she approached the closet door. Then she did an odd thing, she put her hand on her slightly protruding belly.

“My baby,” she whispered softly.

She knew whatever was behind that door would be much too dangerous and, for her own curiosity, would not risk her unborn baby’s life. The girl quickly put her red cape back on and sprinted back all the way to her home, to a small cottage down by the river. The baby was born a few months later. She was a girl, with brilliant violet eyes and cherry red lips.

**

The small figured women with the red cape and vibrant eyes returned to the house shortly after her baby was born. Her breathing was ragged and strained as she walked down the hallway. Dark circles dimmed her magnificent eyes. She strode down the hall, despite the fact that she was so terrified she could barely stand. She pushed open the black door and opened the closet. Coats and things filled the closet, but she pushed past all of them to reach a minute crawlspace in the wall. The crawlspace looked as though the largest human to get through would have to be the size of a six year old. Getting down on her knees, she fixed long, slim fingers around the top and pulled upward. The crawlspace now reached the height that a full grown man could easily walk through without bumping his head. She walked through, the crawlspace shrinking down after her. The room was dim, only lit by three large white candles that were shaped in a triangle. A man sat in the triangle, his head bent to the ground. He was clothed in all black, except for a long silver chain around his neck.

“At last you have returned, Aurielle. Your faith in me dwindles. Do not bother lying to me, you are no longer loyal.” The man said coldly.

“I came with a message, my lord. I have given birth to a child.” Aurielle paused. “She is your child.”

“Why do you tell me this, women? Kill it for all I care.”

“She is your daughter. I cannot kill her. I love her.” Aurielle nervously pushed up a sleeve of her grey dress to reveal twisting black marks all the way up her arm.

“Then I will kill it, since you are too weak to do so. Bring her to me.”

“No! My lord, she is powerful. She has the Sight, as I do. Her eyes are violet like mine and her hair as black as a raven, as yours is.”

“What exactly is the magnitude of her power?”

“She is the strongest I have ever seen. Her eyes speak the prophecy. My goodness, just the other day she nearly set the house on fire! I have named her Alida. She exceeds my power by far.”

“If she exceeds your power, I have no use for you anymore Aurielle.” The man pulled a knife from his cloak and drove in straight into the heart of Aurielle. The young women lay dying on the floor, as her lover kicked her body aside to reach the crawlspace. Before she breathed her last breath, she murmured a spell of protection for her daughter, so that the child would be safe from her father.

**

The people of the town noticed Aurielle’s disappearance, but in their opinion the community was better off without her. After all, she was an unwed mother, which made her a bad example for the children. Anyway, she was going to be executed in few days time for witchcraft, so she would have been gone one way or another. However, there was a slight disappointment that they would never see the witch’s neck hang from the noose. And as for her baby, no one could care less. Any spawn of a witch could be no good at all.