Miya Mayflower...Stay beautiful

Prologue...

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“Stay beautiful.” Miya was sat on a fallen oak in a bright clearing, the sun beaming down upon her thoughtful face. “Stay...” she slowly trailed off, leaving the sentence hanging. As if to emphasize the whispered conservation she seemed to be having with herself, a few river fae materialised to dance on the toadstools at the edge of the clearing. The bright blue of their shimmering skin was reflecting off the crimson and white miniature table tops.

As she watched their performance, Miya realised that she was needed at home. Lord Guyar was due to arrive at dinner at about four; she supposed she had been sat, thinking for about two hours, having headed for the quietest place she knew.

Miya’s father, Abat Mayflower, had died exactly one year ago from that date. Although she had stopped grieving for him a long time ago, it did not stop her thinking about him (which she did often) it had been April twenty-sixth, when he had returned to the village from hunting, after having only left an hour before, to announce that the area had become over-run with rebels. After repeating this to anyone that cared to hear it, Abat Mayflower, the Sayer of Kamune village was seen collapsing in the market square. Three kind-hearted men (including Lord Guyar) had gathered him up between them and hurried him home, as fast as the burden of his weight would allow them to travel. As her mother, Ayab Mayflower, had been out at the time, Miya sent for someone to fetch her (to which Guyar leapt at the chance) then began to tend to her father’s needs.

He had regained consciousness , but his breathing was not steady and his old heart had to work far too hard. As Miya removed his heavy cloak from his broad shoulders, she discovered a scarlet patch slowly spreading down his left side. She hastily removed his shirt, only to turn away; tears welled in her pale blue eyes.

He must have been in considerable pain, for he had a two inch gash in his flesh. A gash that ran deep inside his chest. How he had made it home she never knew, never mind that he had managed to warn the entire village of a pending invasion from the rebels. Yet, after his ordeal, he could not halt his lips from revealing what she must know already. The words that she must be thinking inside her own head. “Miya...you cannot save me, no...no one can...not now.” His usually gruff, butch voice now tender and shaky. As he reached up to touch Miya’s pale cheek, her tears finally boiled up and spilled out, running down her face, leaving glistening streaks behind them, like the tail of a beautiful comet, soaring across the night sky.

“Please Miya, just let me go.” She clutched at his hand, still against her cheek, shaking her head in denial. “I love you Miya! Promise me you will find a husband soon.” She could not believe that was so important to her father on his deathbed, but she nodded anyway, disbelief in her eyes. She knew that he was trying to say goodbye, but she did not want to hear it. “Tell your mother I love her and always will and don’t forget to tell her that it shan’t be long ‘till she’s joining me anyway.” The slight smile on his face as he said this made Miya chuckle slightly, as one stray tear joined the mass congregation amongst her curly brown hair. Trust Abat to make a joke on his deathbed.

He took a final gasp for air, as if he were drowning, before finishing: “Miya...Stay Beautiful...”

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