Tug of Meesha

Chapter 1: Meesha's Returned

***Tara's Point of View

***Flashback fifteen years

I stood at the entrance to the grand doors. My new home stood in front of me, and I glanced over my shoulder to catch one last glance of my old home. My parents stayed in the tents of our tribe's homeland, but I had been selected to look after the mistress, Princess Nimeuh. My parents were both guardians as children, but that wasn't the only thing that made my family so special. We were all sorcerers. I was a very powerful one for my young age of five, so I was chosen to protect the newborn. It was my destiny.

So here I stood, awaiting the doors to be opened. Little did I know what I was stepping into.

***Fifteen years later

"My lady, perhaps you should go speak with your brother," I spoke to Nimeuh. She just sat there staring into the mirror. She had been doing that a lot lately, and it was strange that she would ever ignore me. It was greatly concerning.

"Which one?" She responded faintly. I understood her confusion. Since her mother had died ten years ago, her father, Julias, and Bensha had many children, three boys and two girls. Each child had their own sorcerer, but none even compared to my power. Nimeuh also had two older siblings, her brothers. Beeja was the oldest, and he was three years older than me. I am currently twenty, while my mistress is fifteen. The next son was Fencha, and he was seventeen.

"Beeja, he can help you through this pain." I glanced at the tent opening. We were headed home from Jengas, a neighboring tribe. "Perhaps we could visit him once we arrive back home?"

"Beeja won't listen to me. He doesn't understand the pain I'm experiencing!" She whipped around to face me. I could see the anger in her eyes.

"Shall I mix a calming draught for my lady?" I spoke with a slight edge in my tone. She glared back and dismissed me. I exited the tent to come face to face with Bensha, Nimeuh's step mother. "I wouldn't go in there if I were you, the lady is in a distraught mood."

"Just ze vay I enjoy speaking viz her," the proud woman spoke with her thick accent. I stormed away. Thunder could be heard from miles away as I walked through the woods. I sat in an opening, and I stared at the sky angrily. I knew that my emotions were causing the storm, but I refused to take control. My ancestors spent all their powers through me, and I screamed in a painful overload. This was a common event for me because the power I held was too much for a single person.

My head snapped to the side as I heard rustling leaves. I saw pink fabric, and princess Nimeuh jumped out of the bush and ran to me.

"I heard your screams and ran as fast as I could!" She spoke as she enveloped me in her arms. "We will leave in the morning to see my brothers. That is when you may ask Beeja for his council."

"Thank you, my princess," I responded. She helped me back to her tent, and we slept soundly through the night. We were awoken early in the morning to a guard entering the tent. It was Nimeuh's second protector, next to me. The woman had thick, brown hair that she kept short in order to wear her helmet properly. Her name was Delna, and she had also been chosen when she was five to protect the lady. It was our job to keep Nimeuh safe at all costs.

"It is time to move," Delna spoke. "Grab all, and we shall leave in peacefulness." I said one word and the entire campsite packed up and shrunk into a small bag that I put over my shoulder. We each climbed onto our horses, and we rode off. I said a simple spell to open a portal that we rode through into our tribal land, Meesha. As we rode toward the castle, many children ran up to greet the queen and princess. I noticed my own family standing in the back. My younger sister stood with her husband and newborn son next to my parents. A slight tear slid down my face as I thought of the fact that they barely knew who I was. My mother had the privilege to train my magic, however, I surpassed her magical knowledge by the time I was seven and hadn't hardly seen her since. Royal guards were given one day a year to spend with their families, but I hardly ever took that day because it wasn't worth it to spend a day with people you hardly even knew.

The front gates opened as we approached. We all entered, then headed in to change before we went to feast with the king. I slipped into my chambers to find a nicer cloak to wear. The king and his son were all about dressing our best, so I just hoped what I could create with my magic could please.