Mispromised

Chapter 1

Zersay was never her real name. Her real name was Maylynn. Maylynn Abygale Nightshade. People started calling her Zersay after her mother died and her father left. Her mother had died when Maylynn was three. It was only thanks to a wonderful memory that Maylynn even remembered her mother. Maylynn's mother was what common folk called a Night Hag. Maylynn liked to think of her mother as a Lunar Mage. But at age three, she was taken away to a huge castle and locked in one of the many guest's room which was bigger than Maylynn's home. Her idea of a home was a nice little shack just outside of the woods. Her old home was small but comfy and cozy. Or so Maylynn thought.

"Zersay." A woman's voice rang from outside the door from outside Maylynn's door. "You'd better get up soon. The whole city is awaiting your arrival."

"Why again do I have to go?" She called back to the voice. She really didn't feel like getting up at eight A.M. on a Saturday. Zersay was only what people would call Maylynn because, in an ancient language, no one knew which, Zersay meant Savior. It had been thirteen years since people had first started calling her Zersay. They had started when she was three.

"Yer the one who is going to save Goinham. No one else can." She said obviously irritated, "Now get up you lazy ingrate."

"You know, you really shouldn't talk to your 'Savior' in that manner." Maylynn exaggerated the word Savior.

"Oh be quiet you lump on a log. You should be happy that me mistress and me master even took the likes of you in after yer mother died and yer father left you fer dead."

"Remind me again why I should be grateful. All they do is lock me in this room and you are the only one I know other than my mother and father."

Even though Maylynn didn't want to get ready for what was almost like a coronation, she bound her chest and slipped into a pair of tight black pants and shirt. Maylynn was going to try and run away. Maylynn didn't even want to save the world. She didn't care what her 'destiny' was. She would make her own destiny. Maylynn didn't care what rules she had to break. She hadn't been born in this region anyway so it really didn't matter to her what happened in this region. They could all die slowly of a plague for all she cared.

She didn't want to use her magic for anything except what she wanted to use it for. Nothing they did or said would change that much. Maylynn turned on her heel and tied a series of silk and satin gowns together and used it to climb from the window to the ground. She hurried away from the castle. If anyone saw her and recognized her as Zersay... All that she had just done would have been in vain. She pulled the only weapon she had salvaged from a soldier when his back was turned, a knife, from its sheath and with tears in her eyes she sliced off her hair. She threw the hair to the side and just as she was returning the knife to its sheath, a male voice behind her called out:

"Hey you!"

She turned on the spot and her heart sank.