Heather's Adventures: The Search for Maxamus

Chapter 3. Heather

Let's face it. No need to hide from it now. I'm not your average seven year-old daughter—I'm not your average seven year old period.

"Heather wake up!" I was being nudged in the arm from where I rested my head arms-crossed on my desk. I yawned. School again. My sister, Sheria, was constantly waking me up from my daydreams.

Best part being: It was still September. I don't know how I was going to survive the rest of the twelve years ahead of me if I couldn't even focus in the first grade.

"I'm awake..." I mumbled as Jen who sat at my other side smiled. She was the start student. Perfect grades perfect life. Yet she was my other younger sister.

Triplets, I know. Not your perfect students. Sheria was the sweet one. Jen was the smart one.

And I? I was the lazy one.

Was I athletic? More than Sheria and Jen. Less than my older brother, Frank. He was the star basketball player for the middle school team—mind you he only did just enter the sixth grade. Why was he that good? Eh. Who knows.

"Heather, can you read this sentence off the board for the class?" Mrs. 'I don't even remember your name' asked me. I sat up a little straighter and looked at the board. We were apparently learning how to read the ancient scriptures written by the four lords themselves—Thalia, Alfred, Puggy, (well we call him that for short, his real name is Phillip but that's a long story for another chapter) and Elizabeth. Now regular English I struggled reading. Haha, struggled is an understatement. It's not that I couldn't read. I just refused.

Scriptures, on the other hand were my specialty. Even teachers have issues reading them. Then here I am able to read them perfectly.

But 'what's her face that I didn't even know her name that's my teacher' didn't know that.

I glanced up at the board, "you wrote the names of the four Lords on the board, then below it you wrote about the shrine that is in our village. It reads in order Thalia, Alfred, Puggy Elizabeth. Thalia's shrine is in our village Issola. Only, that's not the term for village, you used the term town, which is not village."

The teacher glared at me, "how do you—"

"Excuse me; if I may Miss. Powell, Heather is gifted with the knowledge of the scriptures. She can fluently read all the ancient writings and speak in the ancient language of the scriptures." Sheria was too polite and mature for her age.

Miss. Powell—that's her name—looked to Jen, "Jenifer, is that the truth?"

Jen nodded, "it is true. I can't read them. Only Heather can."

"Quite odd indeed. I haven't seen anyone able to read them as so since I met Eckhart Merrywell. However he just had a knack for reading those things."

"Who's Eckhart?" I blurted out.

"Oh a colleague of mine, it's nothing for you to worry about. He lives in the moonlight caverns. Now who can tell me what we know about the caverns and the village that surrounds the caverns that is called the moonlight caverns?" She was turning her story educational. It bored me. The scriptures didn't however. They were always interesting.

Jen proudly raised her hand. She sure was smart. I knew she was jealous of me since I could perfectly read the scriptures. It was just a talent of mine. It was one of my only talents—well, besides getting into trouble and fights.

Otherwise known as: looking for adventure.

"Yes Jenifer?"

"They are the town that takes care of the caverns that have the moonlight springs in them. It's in the mountains of what non-magic users call Idaho. You either have to climb up to the entrance or use the portal to get in."