Chapter 1

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Hi guys! Thanks so much for taking the time to read my story! I've been reading on Wattpad alot but I've decided it's time to take the plunge - to just go for it!

So here's my first ever story (which you have the honour of reading :) ), hope you enjoy it, and any feedback is great!

P.S - if anything doesn't make sense - just ask!

P.P.S - everything is in the main character's POV (Keira) unless it says otherwise :)

P.P.P.S - THANKS FOR READING! :D You get a massive chocolate cookie if you're still reading this!

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Eugh, I hated homework. I had no clue how those people found the will power to do it. So instead of doing parabolas and also sorts of other things that didn’t make sense, I flopped onto my bed to count the cracks in the ceiling. Unfortunately, there wasn’t all that many so I was left with just my thoughts after a while. The sound of laughing floated up to my room and made my heart clench ever so slightly. My foster parents were good to me I guess, they weren’t abusive and they provided for me comfortably. The only catch was that, in a way, I had to pretend I was only a guest, not an actual part of their family. I couldn’t eat meals with them, I couldn’t go out with them and I couldn’t get a lift to school from them. I even had my own ensuite so that I couldn’t join in their morning ritual of yelling at each other to get out of their only bathroom. It worked for the both of us in a way, I don’t shove my nose into their business and they don’t shove theirs into mine.

I sighed. It wasn’t that bad really. After they had finished, they would leave a warm meal for me which I have to admit tastes pretty good. I waited until I could hear their footsteps walk by before slipping into the kitchen. They weren’t rich but the house was fairly large and their open living areas made it seem even larger.

 I was shoving the pasta in my mouth, wondering how it could taste so good, when the door bell rang. Really I should have run into my room and been as quiet as I possibly could but the pasta was so good and still half falling out of my mouth. Not that I was a messy eater or anything. So instead, I just crouched down and finished the pasta in my mouth before eating a bit more.

“What is it?” Mark, my foster father, spat as he answered the door. He was being unusually mean for some reason so I cocked my ears to listen. Not that it helped. All I could hear was some unintelligible sounds. It would be so cool to have super hearing right now. So I slowly, very slowly placed my pasta bowl on the ground and began lifting my head to see over the bench top I was currently hiding behind. The kitchen opened into the lounge and so I had a direct view to the door. When I was standing up, anyway.

I had to give the guy points for his costume even though I had no clue why he was wearing it. It wasn’t even near Halloween. He was short, he probably came up to about my hips, and had tufts of hair sticking out from his head which also appeared to have horns. But it was his eyes, when he turned and saw me, which held me captive. They were the eyes of someone cruel and merciless. Someone who would kill in a heartbeat. And as he smiled wickedly at me I gulped, realising that I couldn’t move.  My feet stayed rooted to the ground, my legs still stuck in an awkward half bent position. My hands were still holding the bench top but try as I might, I couldn’t wrench them away. I tried desperately but when I did, a burning sensation passed through my limbs.

“You will not go near her,” said Mark firmly.

“I only want to tell her what I told you. It’s only fair she knows, don’t you think?”

Within a second he was in front me, standing on the bench top. How was that even possible? I swear he was at the door just a second ago… I flinched as he lifted my chin to look at him.

“Hello Keira dear.” My eyes widened. How did he know my name? He laughed menacingly. “I know many things deary. In fact, I came here to give you a message from the Dark Ruler himself. There aren’t many humans who a graced with such an honour. You are formally called to the Dark Courts. Make sure to be there by the Winter Solstice. Or we may just have to bring you there by force – and trust me, you wouldn’t want that.”

He smiled evilly one last time before disappearing before my eyes. Seconds later I collapsed to the floor.

“Keira!” Mark called rushing over to me. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

In any other situation I would practically laugh at the fact that Mark was actually worried about me. Or at least pretending to be. But this was not any other situation and my mind was spinning, trying to comprehend what had just happened.

I looked at him blankly trying to figure out if what had happened was just a figment of my imagination. I couldn’t move before but now my limbs felt like jelly and I could barely support myself. He helped me up and led me to a sofa where he sat me down before giving me a lolly.

“Eat it, the sugar helps.”

He was right and soon enough my head felt clearer. “What the hell just happened? Was that a prank?” I laughed awkwardly, thinking how good he got me. Of course it was a prank, just a silly prank. A small, very small part of my mind, which I completely tried to ignore, told me that it couldn’t have possibly been a prank and that it was an incredibly stupid thing to think anyway.

Unfortunately, the look on his face said otherwise. He looked slightly pale and was muttering to himself.

“I…I’m so sorry Keira. I thought…I thought if there was some distance between us I could keep an eye on you without them finding out. Argh, Phoenix was right,” he muttered placing his head in his hands.

“Keep an eye on me? You’re not making any sense.”

“I’m so sorry Keira, I really am. I didn’t believe her. But now you’ve been called and…”

He just kept muttering and muttering to himself and it wasn’t making any sense. I just got more and more confused. “Will you tell me what just happened already?!” I nearly shouted.

He stopped and looked at me, as if seeing me for the first time. And then he sighed.  “I should start from the start, right?” he smiled.

 So how was that? :) -crosses fingers-

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