Fiery Love

Chapter one!

AN So I know this is a long time coming....

On another miserable day Adara woke to piercing screaming. This was normal, as she was used to her Mother (The Oh so High Amazing Royal Highness Queen (Bitch) Anna) screaming at…. Everyone. Servants, advisers, shoe polishers, the scribe, villagers, Adara. This was the morning routine for her Mother. Wake up, Yell at someone, Get dressed, Scream, Eat, Fire someone… See the pattern? Yeah. 

Adara groans, “Another day in hell” She thinks, which is ironic seeing as they were Fire Beings. She laughs at herself and throws the covers off, Her nightgown twisted uncomfortably around her. Adara stood up and stretched, then fixed her nightgown. Adara was a very pretty 18 year old. She had crystal blue small round eyes, a pale round face, full heart shaped pink lips, long wavy blonde hair, curvy hips and a very lean build. 

She looked around her room and sighed. The one place she could call her own in the castle. Adara’s room was littered with papers covered in poems, songs, drawings, ideas and maps, on her walls, on her desks. In a corner she had several easels with half finished paintings.

There was a soft knock on her door, “Enter!” She called as she blinked the sleep from her eyes. Her maid Cindy walked in, A tray of tea in her hands and a smile on her face.

“Good morning, dear” Cindy says, setting the tray down on an end table. Cindy was an older lady, with a cheery smile, eyes that twinkle and was like a Mother too Adara, seeing as her own was... Well… you know a biiiiiiiitch

Adara smiled, “Good Morning Aunt Cindy.” She settled for calling her Aunt.  Adara walked over and gave her maid a hug. 

“How is it going out there?” She asks, referring to the racket down stairs. 

Cindy rolls her eyes and released her hug. “The poor bloke who delivered the tapestry," She said sympathetically, “Arrived four seconds after 9 O’clock this morning, had the wrong kind of mustache, half of his left hand was black, then he showed her the tapestry and, she claimed she had ordered green even though she had specifically wanted blue. She flipped and burned it to ashes, Then really showed her gratitude by treating him to a nice match of screaming her over inflated head off. Half the city heard her shouting the man insane.” She finished off her tale dramatically by holding up the butter knife, to the light making it shine.     

“Oof.” Adara winced, she had been on the receiving end of her mother's voice many times. It was not an experience she was keen to repeat soon. She walked into her closet, while Cindy poured the tea. “Any other news?

Cindy shakes her head “Not much, Not much at all…Oh! There has been some rumors of the identity of the hip hop dancing sensation Myst.”

Adara Sticks her head out of the closet, a worried looks on her face. “And?” She presses.

Cindy laughs, “The theories consist of Myst being a 14 year old girl who has a deformed face by the name Franny. There may be someone who meets that description but definitely not in Zerna." She stirred honey in the tea. "And an even wilder guess that she is a zombie from another universe called Som and that she is enchanted by The Piper’s flute to dance at the club."

Adara sighed in relief and snorted with laughter. Myst was her secret identity that was free. Myst could do what she wanted, Dance, Have fun, Laugh. Everytime Adara became Myst she wished she didn’t have to come back to be Adara Fuego, The Princess Of The Lost City Of Fire. Myst was the bright spot in her life, and she longed for the freedom that a mask could give her. But she had responsibilities here (mostly the things that her mother didn’t want to do) and her people needed her. Some days she wished her mother would just die, she knew it was a horrible thought… but she couldn’t help think it and she was ashamed but…. If she was to be honest with herself.. She didn’t like her mother.