Mystictale

Once upon a Time?

Once upon a Time?
((Historia Up Above Chapter))

°Historia's Pov°

Life was no fairytale. I knew that. But for some odd reason, I felt as if fairytales actually existed. For instance, was Cinderella real? Or Rapunzel with her long, golden hair cascading down a stone tower for her prince charming to tug himself up?

I don't know. That's some of the questions I've been asking myself recently. My thoughts have also taken its place in my mind about the woods, which we call The Dark Forrest. Very original, right?

I sat on my window sill, gazing off into the thicket of green, tall trees in the night. The people of Terrasis have forbidden the right to wander amongst the woods. They said creatures of magic and evil roam through the vast woods. But for over hundreds of years, no one has seen or have had proof that those magical creatures exist.

I sighed when I heard my bedroom door be knocked upon. I quickly swung my legs into my room again, planting my feet firmly on the floor.

"Historia! Father has requested your presence in the dining hall." my older brother, Ferin called from behind my tall wooden door. I frowned and stood from the window sill.

My father was a malicious man, the kingdoms top knight and a cruel father. He was nothing but a bully to everyone... All except my mother, Dolores and my brother because he had brainwashed them into thinking he was a hero.

"Tell him I'll be down in a few minutes!" I spoke as I walked to my small trunk on the end of my bed.

I heard my brother scurry away as the sound of footsteps grew quieter and quieter. I sighed in relief and took out an appropriate outfit for dinner. I slipped off the night gown I was currently in and changed into the white blouse, brown trousers and brown leather boots. There. I knew this would make my father angry but I liked being comfortable in my clothing.. Not in some itchy gowns. Those are absurd to even wear anyway!

I quickly grabbed a small piece of red ribbon and tied my long brown hair into a high ponytail. Then I glanced in the vanity mirror on my small desk. The girl in the mirror was pale, skinny and tall, her blue eyes brightening her face and her brown hair in small waves from the ponytail that sat high on her head. I watched as the girl scrunched her nose in discomfort as the thought of meeting my family in the dining hall entered my mind.

At least it wasn't alone in our own den. I wasn't entirely in the mood to be arguing my father for the billionth time this year.

With that thought in mind, I swiftly reached into my shirt, pulling out a small golden key to the drawer in my desk. Shoving the key into the lock, I twisted it softly, hearing the satisfying click of it opening.

I pulled my drawer open, stuffing the key on my silver chain necklace into my shirt once again and taking out the sliver dagger. The hilt was a black leather and had a ribbon with a small golden dove on the end. The dove symbolized love and peace... Oh the irony.

I shut the drawer again, taking the dagger with me as I stuffed the blade into my boot so it would be unseen. Out of sight, out of mind. Just how I like it.

I glanced in the mirror one last time with a frown before taking my leave to meet my father down in the dining hall.

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I chewed on my piece of bread as my father bragged about his latest hunting party. He was talking about catching a bear and planning throwing a celebration banquet for it. I rolled my eyes when my mother kissed him proudly and my brother listened with awe.

"So.. What have you done while I was away?" My father said, slurping as he took a giant bite of a chicken leg. I looked at my small bowl of soup and said nothing. My brother on the other hand, had plenty to tell.

"I went to the assembly about archery and shot a few birds today!" Ferin munched happily on his chicken leg like my father. Suck up.

My father laughed deeply while patting my brother hard on the back. My brother seemed unfazed by the gesture and just grinned with victory. Like I said... Suck up.

"Attaboy! What about you, Historia my daughter. You do anything not useless today?" My father glared at me while I scoffed at him.

I wasn't going to say anything, knowing it would piss him off more. He already hated me like I was the spawn of Satan himself.

My father's face grew red with anger and he slammed his fist onto the mahogany table, causing the plates and people around us to jump.

"You will answer me when I speak to you! You weakling!" My father growled, spit splattered on my face and I wiped it off nonchalantly.

"I don't have to do anything. Now if you'll excuse me.. I have pointless things to do." I stood up abruptly as I said those sassed words and turned away to leave. But my father spoke one thing that made me snap.

"Historia Mary Odin! You bitch, sit you ass back down and confront me you coward!"

I froze when he said coward... What did he just say? The next thing I did, shocked me even more... I swiftly took out my dagger and turned, throwing it straight at my father's head. But I purposely missed a few centimeters away from his ear, slicing it slightly. I watched as everyone grew silent and gaped at me. Even my father was surprised as he pressed his hand to his earlobe which was bleeding a thin line of metallic red. I glared at him with tears in my eyes.

"Screw you." was all I said before I ran out of the dining hall, not caring if all those people now hated me. My father was very respected and wasn't a force to be reckoned with. He was 6"5' and built, his arms like large logs and a huge chest.

Through tears, I had ran to my cabin, slamming the door behind me. I couldn't handle this anymore. The torment, the hatred my father and everyone in the village holds for me, this town... It was all too much.

And the one place for escape? The Dark Forrest. Yes, I will disobey the law to not go into the woods because anywhere is better than here.

I got to my room and took out a satchel, snatching a canteen, a coat, a scarf, a cap, and my drawing journals. I loved my art and I wasn't letting it be destroyed.

"Historia? Are you here? Please come back to the dining hall!" my mother's soft voice called from across the house. I almost ran to my door and locked it, making sure even she couldn't come in. I'm not letting anything stop me.

I quickly shoved everything inside as well as my charcoal pencils before going to my window. I pushed open the panes softly so they wouldn't creak and glanced towards my room again.

This is it. After years and years of horrible torment and agony, I was leaving this hell. I will never be bothered, or antagonized, I will be free. Finally.

I grinned victoriously before throwing myself out the window, my feet landing on the green grass outside. I looked up towards my window, hearing a pounding coming from inside my room. That was my cue to leave.

And with that, I ran. Ran away from my tormentors, the life I once knew and especially... Myself.