Outlier

Chapter 1

    Chapter 1

Mystic sat at the window like she does everyday. All she does is dream about the outside world.

She hears a knock at her door. A beautiful dragon-like woman walked in. Her scales are orange and green, like earth and fire. "Mystic get ready," the woman commended in a harsh, hurtful tone. She looks peaceful, caring, kind, but Mystic never got to see that side of her. Only the harsh mean commandments from her tone is what she hears. Mystic just stared, "why?" "Because it is your brother's coronation. This is not up for discussion. Get dressed and meet us in the hall by 3:00 pm sharp, or you won't be getting dinner tonight." The woman walked out of the room. 'Why was I born as a human? Why does my brother get the throne? I'm older. By 4 years to be exact. He is only 16!'

Mystic walked towards the closet doors and opened them. She picked out a blue and gold dress. Her kingdom colors were green and orange, but her parents wanted her to stand out, not because she was special, but because she was an abomination.

During events like this, her mother and father would either hide her away or make her put on a dragon tail and horns. Her parents were disgusted by her human appearance. They thought she was a disgrace to the family, that she brought nothing but shame.

Mystic sighed and started to walk to the ball room. As she walked she was stared at by anyone who walked past, the look of disgust she was so used to seeing. She stared at the walls full of pictures of her family, but there were no photos of her anywhere. Just her brother and her parents. Even the maids got to be in the photos with them, but their own child can't.

Mystic opened the doors to the ballroom to be meant with her family sitting up on their thrones looking down on her. "Mystic my girl," her father said, "come sit with us." Now don't fall for their sweet talk, her father only does this when there's people around to watch. Mystic just nodded and walked over to her throne. her throne wasn't nearly as nice as the rest of the family's thrones. Mystic's throne was tiny, plain, and dusty. He never got the chance to decorate her throne like her brother did.

Mystic was walking towards her throne when her mother stopped her and made her put on dragon horns and a tail. "So you won't disgust our family," her mother whispered to her.

Mystic sat on her 'throne' as the guests started to pour in the ballroom. She just sat and stared at the wall till she heard her father clear his throat and tap his glass. "Now, I thank all of you who came to support my son inheriting the throne. Able will make a wonderful king and will lead our kingdom to a beautiful horizon!" Everyone cheered, except for Mystic.

"The ceremony will be held tomorrow night at sundown! As our tradition goes, he will enhance his powers and the crown will float onto his head. He will be our new king!" Everyone cheered, the ballroom filled with laughter and cheers. "All hail King Able!" Everyone clapped and cheered.

Mystic just slipped back in her chair more. That should be her crowning, her coronation. Mystic was approached by a few people throughout the ball, but her brother would always come and steal them away. Not that she wasn't used to it, her brother was spoiled rotten.

A couple hours later, Mystic slipped through the halls of the castle back to her room. She has become quite a master at this as most of the time she goes unnoticed.

Mystic changed into more comfortable clothes and laid in bed. She felt hopeless. She was doomed to a life in her family's shadow, hiding away from the rest of the world.

Only if she could have had powers or had been more than a useless human.