Myra and the Arcadian Lord

8. Attacked - part 1

Myra had already hidden three of her better looking dresses, some silver coins that she had secretly saved up, her mother's woolen shawl and her father's old pocket watch in the church's red room three years ago.

It was on April's fourteenth birthday, her aunt had hosted a party at home and had invited some of her close friends. That day had left a lasting impact on young Myra's memory. When she had made a mistake of accidentally breaking a vase and her aunt had openly whipped her for ruining it in front of all the assembled guest.

That very moment Myra had made a firm decision to leave her relatives house and live somewhere far on her own without having to be a burden to anyone. She was no fool to leave without a proper planning, she had made arrangments all these years for this particular day. But instead of leaving quietly as planned, the difference here was that she was kicked out.

Before leaving Beth had made sure to teach the girl about the importance of saving money. She had thought her to value it, even if it was a single nickle coin and not to spend money on unwanted things.

Myra clearly remembered her saying, "My dear, Money isn't everything, but everything needs money. Make sure to save up enough for you to survive alone in this harsh world", six years ago, before quitting her work. Myra was forever indebted to Beth for her words of advice and concern.

Sometimes her uncle would give her a penny or a two if he was in a good mood to buy something for herself without her aunt's knowledge, and she would save that up too. Even though uncle Ravin acted aloof and cold everytime when she was around, somewhere she knew that deep down he did care for her, maybe even pitied her a little.

By now she had thirty seven silver coins and around sixty copper coins, which was more than enough for her to travel to another village and to rent out a small house. With this much coins she would be able to live comfortably for two weeks at least, that is if she is careful about her spendings.

Quickly packing all her stuff, she wore the pink charm stone around her neck for the first time over the years believing that it would protect her from any possible dangers and made her way out of the abandoned church.

According to her father's pocket watch, she still had forty five minutes until three.

Roaming around the village for one last time with her heart feeling heavy. There were soo many unspoken emotions welling up inside her

Having spent most of her lifetime in this village, leaving it forever was the hardest thing to do. She was taking a huge leap of faith, wanting to settle at an unknown place filled with strangers. Hoping to start a new life there and the thought of her future itself made her want to curl up in fear. But she had already taken a step forward and there was no point in stepping back now.

"I can do it!" she said to herself loudly, trying to motivate herself "C'mon Myra, everything will be alright".

By the time she had reached the trasportation office, there was a carriage waiting for the passengers to board on. A coach man stood near the door. Myra went to him and showed the reservation receipt and paid him before entering.

There were three people seated inside. Two men and a woman. One was a young vampire man in his late twenties and the other two seemed to be middle aged human couple.

Myra sat at the far corner, on the opposite side facing the already seated passengers. Placing her small jute bag on her lap, she clutched it tightly.

The women smiled at her as she sat while the other two men ignored her, smiling back at the woman Myra turned her head to look out of the window.

Ten minutes later, an ori-blooded young vampire lady stepped in and sat next to her, followed by a falseborn demon.

Just like the vampires, Demons too are of different types, based on their nature and birth.