The Heroine

Chapter 1 - Max And Myra

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Chapter 1 - Max and Myra

Myra Yakau 

17 and a half years later

  I watched as the butterflies in the courtyard danced around each other, playing a continuous  game of cat and mouse. The roses bloomed and their petals circled around my feet. I enjoy summer, the light breeze against my neck and the warmth on my skin, it reminds me of when I was younger. I had not a worry in the entire world, but times change, people change, I changed. The red roses withered and died and the butterflies lay on the ground. All that is left is the black, shrivelled petals at my feet. 

  

I woke up with a gasp. My throat was dry and my breathing was escalated. This was the second time in a row I have had this horrid dream. My dreams have never scared me, but since I have gotten older they occur often. Every nightmare is etched into my mind creating a swarm of morbid thoughts, I cant help it, its who I am. I pulled the covers down over me and stood up on the cold hardwood floor. Gold trimmings lined the edges of the wall and the curtains lay a deep, ruby red. The walls were made of light grey stone and had an endless amount of exuberant paintings adorning them.

  I stalked over to my wardrobe, a navy blue, floor length dress hung on the hanger calling out my name. It had long sleeves and puffed out just above my waist. The neck line was square and hung low. I hated these dresses with a passion. But what can you do when you are the King's daughter? Pulling on my boots I shoved the door open and walked out. My auburn hair lay in curls with the sides tide at the back by a blue ribbon. My heels echoed along the hall sounding like a drum being hit exactly on time. The castle was eerily quiet. I continued my walk down until I ran down into the library. 

  My thirst for knowledge lay unquenched as I searched the dusty aisles. Over the course of 17 years I have read nearly every book in this ginormous wasteland. I pondered every sentence and every article over the years. But iI don't do it for fun, to be in the kingdoms royalty, you need to know every detail over the course of eternity. I'm exaggerating I know, but it sure feels like it. The smell of dust and moths cloud my senses and I get the temptation to gag. It gets easier over time I promise.

  I went to meet my tutor, Max. He is an old man, and I heard that his father used to teach my great grandfather. He has been with me ever since I was born. I stood next to a table as I waited for my torture to begin.

  I was alone for barely five minutes when someone shook my shoulders making me yelp. My heart going a million miles an hour, I found the courage (and dignity) to speak.

  "Jesus, Max you could have killed me! You see this,"  I pointed a dainty finger to my face,"This, is the facial expression you achieve when you have successfully made my blood boil higher than a kettle. Were you trying to wake the dead?" I muttered angrily, Max stared me down than broke down in laughter. I gave him my deadliest glare as he started to straighten up.

  "I-if you had of.... seen your face!" He sputtered out and broke down into laughter once more. I bit down on my lip to suppress the smile but it was no use, within minutes we both were howling with laughter.

  "Oh shush you two!" The librarian whispered in annoyed tone. I glanced at Max who looked at me with smirk. I always knew he had the mind of a devil. Giving the librarian a nod, I turned once again to Max and started to pull out one of the books he brought me. within 4 hours I answered questions which I personally believe are absolutely useless, but nonetheless I did them anyway. I say goodbye to Max and head out to the courtyard.

  The courtyard reminds me of my dreams, the only change is the cold white snow settling over like  a blanket. The flowers cannot be seen and the fountain has stopped working. Sometimes when I come out here, I just sit and think about what life could have been like. If I was born into a normal life, working hard but with a truly loving family. I never see my father, only when he wants me to meet another prince whom he hopes I will wed. But what he docent know wont hurt him.

  I walk subtly through the halls of the castle but stop at a certain painting. This painting is labelled as unimportant and not unique, but I see it as more. The canvas is a solid black with tiny little grey images here and there,  From the bottom right hand corner it starts a stream of water, but the water once so pure is poisoned with the blood of another man. I don't know why I take note of this painting. After all it is just a cover-up. I grimace at the painting and sway the disturbing piece of art upwards and push down on a brick. The walls start retreating as I walk into the unknown.

  I slowly make my way down the hallway and stop once I start to see light. This tunnel is my saviour.I need to escape. But I can't. And won't. But could I, should I?Exactly, I could. But I won't. Buried beneath the shards of cobblestone is a box I like to bring with me for times like these. Opening the stiff latch I pull out a floor length black coat that shields my face from view. As I wander the dark passage i hear whispers up ahead.

  "We have to tell her soon Michael. Think of the consequences if we don't." A extremely familiar voice come in to play as I cower in the darkness.

  "But think of the consequences if we do! A curse is no force to be reckoned with." A curse? Consequences? My father must have lost his mind.

  "We leave it a couple days but then we have to tell Myra...." As soon as I hear my name I back out the corner I stuffed myself into, stumbling I force myself out of the wall again into the harsh light. Why me? What do I have to do with this? Why me out of all people?

  I find it amusing that people seem to never notice the little things. What I failed to notice walking back to my room was the shimmering spheres of fire erupting from the palms of my hands. 

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  A.N: Finally! Another chapter done! To stop the confusion, the original chapter 1-3 have been removed and I am re writing them. The book is slowly coming together and I bet you all have questions about some of the event that happened in the two chapters. Along with the weekly update, there will be a song of the chapter and a hint in the authors note consisting of things happening during the book. Once again I hope you all enjoyed reading this chapter and please give me feedback!

Question: What type of person does myra seem to be? Smart? Brave? Weak? Morbid?

Hint: "Things aren't always as they seem, Myra." - ????

- Shayanne .J xoxox