Heir of His Heart

Chapter 1

I pulled out a roll of paper about a foot wide and 7 inches long. It was brownish like it had been around for centuries, and had a shiny golden border. It came with a beautiful quill. A woman had shoved it in my hands when I was outside a while ago and winked at me. She had beautiful purple hair and I had realized she was following me for a while and I've seen her around the orphanage a couple of times but never spoke to her.

When I turned to ask what it was for she was gone. I haven't been able to figure out what it does. I never had the chance but now I'm all alone. I grabbed the quill and pulled out some ink, from under my bed, but when I wrote on it nothing came up.

I dipped it again and when it still hadn't worked, I grabbed a regular paper and the ink worked fine. I stared at the quill thinking, I wish I knew how it worked. Before I could realize what was happening. The quill left my hand and wrote on the parchment on its own. 'I wish I knew how it worked'. I had thought of something else for it to write.

I smiled looking at the quill that was now writing my thoughts. Edith has a bighead. I squealed and giggled with joy. I put it away to practice my magic on other things . I turned to my pillow and imagined it coming to me. But instead of just the pillow the whole mattress flew towards me. I moved out of the chair quickly before it hit the wall over me. After a moment's shock I quickly put everything back before someone passing heard the loud bang.

'Okay, one more, I sighed, maybe something small'. I looked around the room and saw a sock. You got this, just focus on the sock. I closed my eyes and took a breath. Just. The. Sock. I felt a soft tap on my thigh. I opened my eyes to see the sock on my lap and jumped in excitement. I continued practicing with any and everything until I couldn't anymore .

"Nyla, get down here!" Madam Furggal called for me from the end of the stairs. I rushed out to her, she looked impatient. She stood there with her dark brown almost black hair, in a tight bun. Her white and black dress in one hand and a dirty rag in the other. She handed me the wet and dirty cloth that soiled my black knee-length dress all the orphan girls got, sort of like a uniform. She ushered me over to the tables that were messy with food from the previous meal. "It's yours and Edith's turn to clean."

I looked over to Edith who had a malicious smirk playing on her lips. She and most of the girls my age had always given me trouble because I'm a little abnormal. I had to deal with her for years in the Honey Drop orphanage. I met her when I was the age of two and since then she had made my life worse by the minute, whether it was spilling her food on me "accidentally" or tripping me so often to where I have ripped three tights in one week.

I walked over to the tables where she was wiping them clean, but I knew what was waiting for me. Just as I had suspected, as soon as Madam Furggal turned the corner out of sight she sat down.

"You know what to do, Miss Strange," she smiled viciously.

She alone did not scare me. If I wished, I could zip her lips in seconds, but I choose not to. It wouldn't be that bad never talking as I haven't spoken for years. I preferred not to, I like keeping to myself. I thought while wiping down the tables.

"So could ya hurry this all up? Lucas is waiting for me," she smiled admirably thinking about her lover boy. It's a mixed orphanage; it was bound to happen with someone.

"You know, if you actually spoke and weren't so weird I bet you could get someone to fancy you," she said before bursting into a fit of laughter. "What am I saying? Even without your weirdness, you've by far got the most hideous face I've ever seen," she wiped a fake tear with her finger. She kicks up her feet on the chair in front of her. "Even Madams Furggal's son looks better than you."

I have heard every insult before so this didn't phase me. I stayed quiet as usual and wished for the bucket of soap and water to fling across the room onto her head. I gasped and smiled slightly as the sight of Edith soaked from head to toe with dirty soap water. She wiped her eyes with her hand but it was no use as her soapy hands made her eyes burn more. "Madam Furgal!" she screamed, "Madam Furggal, she dumped soap in my eyes!" Instead of Madam Fruggal, Madam Lunis came running in.

"Oh, my. Nyla grabbed me a dry towel," she instructed and I handed her the towel.

"Now how did this happen," she looked at the both of us sternly. Knowing I wouldn't say a word, she turned to Edith.

"Oh, Madam Lunis, she's barbaric!" Edith said dramatically, grabbing onto Madam Lunis's arm. Madam Lunis had opened her mouth to say something but Edith had beat her to it, crying clearly fake tears. "She's obviously a lunatic. Honestly I don't understand why you keep her here." She inhaled a fake sob. "She gives us a bad name with her lack of manners Madam."

"Now, control yourself, Edith, it's just some soap and water." Madam Lunis looked up to me, "and I suppose you don't have anything to say to defend yourself." I shook my head no. She sighed, "Very well, you won't be able to participate in today's and tomorrow's activities. Edith, you go get changed, and Nyla, please finish cleaning." She got up and turned to leave, taking Edith with her. I waited for them to leave before smiling to myself. I turned to the messy floors and tables. I closed my eyes and pictured a completely clean room and opened my eyes to see the mess had vanished. It worked again!

I looked at the clock. Since I won't be there for the activities, I could go up to my room that would be empty in the next twenty-five minutes. Perfect for me to practice my abilities. I happily skipped up the stairs and into my room. The joy was short lived when I saw one of Edith's friends, Macy, waiting for me. She immaturely pushed me to the ground.

"Are you happy with yourself? You could've blinded Edith. She's absolutely traumatized," she huffed, crossing her arms once she had finished. I rolled my eyes at her attitude that resembled her beloved friend.

"Don't you dare roll your eyes at me," she gasped, "are you forgetting I'm months older than you? You should respect me." When I didn't give her a reaction she stepped on my foot. I hissed at the sudden pain. She stepped a little harder before walking past me, slapping the back of my head with her palm. Sickening, every single one of these girls.

Hey so my name is Lia and this is my first story and I hope you all like it:)