The first chapter of my possible novel. Let me know what you think! I'm still figuring out completely where it's going, but I already have the first four chapters written, but i'll post them one at a time.
Enjoy!!
Mylla's Story
Chapter 1
Mylla glanced around the corner of the hallway, double checking that no one else was there. Quietly, she tip toed towards the door at the far end of the corridor. She could feel the pictures of the many deceased lords and ladies of Karper Keep staring disapprovingly down at her. She knew she should be in bed. A proper lady would not be sneaking around two hours past midnight. Mylla didn't really care. Neera was waiting for her.
She approached the door and placed her delicate hand on the broad expanse of wood. Closing her eyes, she pictured the many threads weaving throughout the maple. Manipulating them with her mind, she finally pulled the lock out and gently pushed the door open. Taking one last cautious look down the hallway, she squeezed through the door and shut it behind her.
Before her spread the many beautiful flowers of southern Brosoa. The moonlight shined down, illuminating the colors in the garden. Purples and reds mixed with the oranges and yellows creating a beautiful kaleidoscope of color. Mylla walked forward, brushing her fingertips on the roses which grew by the entrance as she went by them. In front of her she spied the lion statues guarding the bed of Nysiums she had planted. The long petals of the azure flowers hid someone special.
She kneeled softly down beside the flowers, a grin slowly appearing on her pale face. She reached her slender arms into the bed of flowers and gently tickled her friend's neck.
A sharp, orange head sprang from within the flowers and stared directly at Mylla, a smile hidden behind the gray eyes. Neera jumped up, gliding through the air in front of the young girl. She landed on Mylla's lap and gently nudged at the underside of her chin, full of joy to see her.
"Neera!" Mylla exclaimed. "Calm down!" She giggled, wrapping her arms around the small dragon and falling backwards, pulling Neera with her.
When Mylla was younger her father, Lord Aevern, brought home a small, speckled, orange egg. Judging by the size, the family knew it was more than just a hawk's egg. They took care of it and it soon hatched into a beautiful orange dragon. Mylla instantly fell in love with the little creature and they became fast friends. Living in the garden at the grand keep, Neera was never far from the family, and Mylla took every chance she could to visit her.
Mylla lay down on the soft grass and watched Neera shoot off like a dart towards the sky. Little specks of dirt flew into Mylla's auburn hair, and her grin widened. She knew the women who gave her her morning bath would be curious as to how they had come to be there. The thought made her laugh.
It was two hours past midnight and she knew she should be tired, but she wasn't. She had spent most of her day listening to her etiquette teacher. Of course, that is what she would have been doing had she not decided to nap instead. Learning how to be a proper lady just wasn't at the top of her priorities.
Nightmares of curtsies and How-do-you-do's? ran through her head. She groaned as she thought about it. Her mother would have a fit if she knew Mylla snuck out to the back garden every night, dreaming instead of flying with Neera.
Mylla fingered the blades of grass beneath her palms, toying with the threads that coursed through ground. She played with them until a nice pillow had formed beneath her head. She shaped it just right so she could nestle into it comfortably, feeling more cushioned now than she had moments before.
Every physical thing was made of tiny threads. Using her mind, Mylla had the ability to manipulate them. As long as she had contact, she could make any physical object do what she needed it to do. The people who had this power were called Weavers and it wasn't exactly a rare gift. A third of the high born women of Brosoa were born with the ability, usually manifesting itself somewhere around the age of fourteen. Mylla was sixteen, and what was rare was her already remarkable control over her gift.
"If only I didn't have to learn all the other stupid stuff they teach me," she said, pouting, rolling over and realigning the threads in the dirt so her face fit comfortably as well.
Neera glided down from the star-filled sky and joined her friend on the ground, snuggling close to her body. Mylla hugged her close and closed her eyes. Maybe she was more tired than she thought. She slowly drifted off to sleep, dreaming of soaring through the clouds on the back of her little dragon.
