Hey guys!!
I know it's been a while, but as a reward for your patience, I have the first installment of my new story, Myra The Hidden. It's a fantasy story, set in another galaxy. :) I will try and update it at least once every week. Here you go!:
Lyion realized somebody was behind him right before a hand covered his mouth.
He struggled fiercely, temper bubbling, but it was in vain. Then, a voice whispered in his ear.
“Unless you want me to be caught--and trust me, you don’t--be quiet!”
Lyion stopped struggling almost immediately. It was a girl! The hand slowly moved away, the girl seeming to trust that he wouldn’t make too much noise. Lyion spun around, quickly but quietly, to see the person who had snuck up on him. A tall girl with black hair caught up in a ponytail was crouched behind his bed, dressed in dark clothes to be less visible. Her eyes were roaming around Lyion’s bedroom, taking in every detail, from the royal blue walls to the green and blue spotted bed sheet that he was sitting on. Even though she seemed not to be paying attention to him, as soon as Lyion moved her eyes snapped back, petrifying him.
He slowly moved away from her, wondering if he could get to the hidden chain on the wall next to him. The girl seemed to know where he was going, as she pulled something out of her pocket. “Looking for this?” she asked, a little teasingly. Lyion stared incredulously at the chain in the girl’s hand, then back to her face. How had did she done that?
“Why don’t I want you be captured? ” Lyion asked, trying to distract the girl.
A glint of amusement shone in her eyes. “Because then you’ll never be able to forget the you led an innocent girl to her imprisonment, especially when she did nothing at all to hurt or harm you,” she said calmly. Lyion stopped searching for an escape route and looked at the girl properly, surprised by her uncannily accurate prediction: he would feel that way.
“Who are you?” Lyion asked. The girl’s expression didn’t change, but her hazel eyes seemed to, so that they were more sharp and forbidding than before.
Then, the girl did the one thing Lyion didn’t expect. She disappeared through the secret passageway in his closet that led outside (which only he was supposed to know about) and into the small forest nearby. Lyion wasn’t expecting it, but he still reacted pretty quickly. He chased after the girl, following glimpses he had of her.
Then, the girl did the one thing Lyion didn’t expect. She disappeared through the secret passageway in his closet that led outside (which only he was supposed to know about) and into the small forest nearby. Lyion wasn’t expecting it, but he still reacted pretty quickly. He chased after the girl, following glimpses he had of her.
But then she disappeared.
Lyion stopped, all his anger gone. Where was she? What if she really was innocent, and now she was captured, and it was all his fault? Although, it wouldn’t really be his fault.
“Hello?” Lyion called out, seriously scared now. That girl had led him into the center of the forest, and he didn’t know the way out. What would he do?
“I’m behind you.”
Lyion spun around, delighted in spite of himself. But there was nothing there.
Then a hand touched his shoulder, while another hand covered his mouth, which was good, since he screamed.
“Gydith’s eyes, are you...are you....invisible?”
“Sorry Lyion, I didn’t mean to scare you. No, I’m not invisible.”
Lyion was staring with wide eyes at as the girl stepped out of the shadows in front of him. How did she know his name? And how did she do that? The girl took one look at his wide dark brown eyes, and then her eyes sparkled.
“How...how do you know my name?” Lyion managed to stammer. The girl’s expression flickered.
“It’s a long story.”
“Okay, then at least tell me your name.” Lyion was getting less and less unnerved by the situation, and more and more like his usual, slightly nosy self.
The girl looked away for a second, then turned to look at Lyion head on. She stared deep into his eyes, seeming to search for something, her own eyes narrowing, and then, suddenly, she looked at his face for a very long time. Lyion blushed. He was getting more and more uncomfortable, because it seemed like the girl’s gaze could penetrate his very thoughts, including (he squirmed a little) his budding attraction to her. The girl finally stepped back, her face falling into shadow, her clothes blending into the trees.
“My name is Myra.”
‘Myra. That’s a pretty name,’ Lyion thought. He looked in the general direction of where she had stepped back, trying to see her. ‘Now where did she go?’ He sighed.
“Myra?” he asked, trying out her name. “Why did you go into the shadows?” Lyion stepped forward so he could see better.
“Wrong way,” breathed a voice near his shoulder. He spun around, heart thumping. Myra was standing barely a centimeter in front of him, and, as soon as he turned, put her cool hand under his chin and lifted it, staring into his eyes again. Lyion was frozen in place, terrified, unable to look away from her eyes, with their flecks of green, brown, even a small tinge of light blue.
He was once again struck by the feeling that Myra knew exactly what he was thinking. She dropped his chin, somewhat abruptly, turning away to the shadows again. By the time Lyion could move again, she was gone.
“Wait! Myra!” He said, crashing through the trees, trying to find her.
“Yes?” Myra said softly, appearing in front of him. Lyion stopped, almost bumping into her. He was a little annoyed that she kept on disappearing and appearing like that, constantly unnerving him.
“Are...are you going?”
“I have to.” Myra must have seen Lyion’s disappointed look, but she merely tilted her head a little.
“W...will you come back?” Lyion looked at Myra hopefully, almost immediately noticing his question’s bad effect. Myra’s eyes and face seemed to close off.
“Hopefully not.”
Lyion looked at her, a clear question on his face, but Myra didn’t answer it.“Why? Did you do something wrong?”
Myra looked at him, a little hesitantly, Lyion thought.
“Not in my eyes. Unless living here is something bad.” Then, she tilted her head. “Being the heir to the throne is really quite important to you, right?”
Lyion looked confused. “Yes. Why?”
“Never mind.” And then she was gone.
“Myra!” Lyion said desperately, his confusion forgotten for the moment.
Myra’s voice appeared out of nowhere. “Go back until you come to a clearing. Then turn left and you’ll see a path. Follow it.”
Lyion stared at where the voice came from for a few moments, then slowly followed Myra’s instructions. As he walked, he wondered why Myra was here, and why she asked that curious question. Why did she care? He was happy she came, but still, why did she appear in his bedroom? Was she looking for him? (He liked that idea.) Who was she? Myra, yes, but was she an orphan? A thief? (Lyion convinced himself it wasn’t true.) He resolved to ask her when she came back (if she came back he couldn’t help thinking).
Lyion was lost in his thoughts as he walked back to the palace of Valmont, his home. He trudged up to his room, absently nodding to the guards positioned outside his door and ignoring the servants who were asking if he wanted anything, and then plopped on his bed, sighing softly.
“I want to be left alone,” he said to the last servant that came in. The servant nodded, then bowed out of the room. Lyion laid down on his bed and fell into a sleep littered with dreams.
Lyion stopped, all his anger gone. Where was she? What if she really was innocent, and now she was captured, and it was all his fault? Although, it wouldn’t really be his fault.
“Hello?” Lyion called out, seriously scared now. That girl had led him into the center of the forest, and he didn’t know the way out. What would he do?
“I’m behind you.”
Lyion spun around, delighted in spite of himself. But there was nothing there.
Then a hand touched his shoulder, while another hand covered his mouth, which was good, since he screamed.
“Gydith’s eyes, are you...are you....invisible?”
“Sorry Lyion, I didn’t mean to scare you. No, I’m not invisible.”
Lyion was staring with wide eyes at as the girl stepped out of the shadows in front of him. How did she know his name? And how did she do that? The girl took one look at his wide dark brown eyes, and then her eyes sparkled.
“How...how do you know my name?” Lyion managed to stammer. The girl’s expression flickered.
“It’s a long story.”
“Okay, then at least tell me your name.” Lyion was getting less and less unnerved by the situation, and more and more like his usual, slightly nosy self.
The girl looked away for a second, then turned to look at Lyion head on. She stared deep into his eyes, seeming to search for something, her own eyes narrowing, and then, suddenly, she looked at his face for a very long time. Lyion blushed. He was getting more and more uncomfortable, because it seemed like the girl’s gaze could penetrate his very thoughts, including (he squirmed a little) his budding attraction to her. The girl finally stepped back, her face falling into shadow, her clothes blending into the trees.
“My name is Myra.”
‘Myra. That’s a pretty name,’ Lyion thought. He looked in the general direction of where she had stepped back, trying to see her. ‘Now where did she go?’ He sighed.
“Myra?” he asked, trying out her name. “Why did you go into the shadows?” Lyion stepped forward so he could see better.
“Wrong way,” breathed a voice near his shoulder. He spun around, heart thumping. Myra was standing barely a centimeter in front of him, and, as soon as he turned, put her cool hand under his chin and lifted it, staring into his eyes again. Lyion was frozen in place, terrified, unable to look away from her eyes, with their flecks of green, brown, even a small tinge of light blue.
He was once again struck by the feeling that Myra knew exactly what he was thinking. She dropped his chin, somewhat abruptly, turning away to the shadows again. By the time Lyion could move again, she was gone.
“Wait! Myra!” He said, crashing through the trees, trying to find her.
“Yes?” Myra said softly, appearing in front of him. Lyion stopped, almost bumping into her. He was a little annoyed that she kept on disappearing and appearing like that, constantly unnerving him.
“Are...are you going?”
“I have to.” Myra must have seen Lyion’s disappointed look, but she merely tilted her head a little.
“W...will you come back?” Lyion looked at Myra hopefully, almost immediately noticing his question’s bad effect. Myra’s eyes and face seemed to close off.
“Hopefully not.”
Lyion looked at her, a clear question on his face, but Myra didn’t answer it.“Why? Did you do something wrong?”
Myra looked at him, a little hesitantly, Lyion thought.
“Not in my eyes. Unless living here is something bad.” Then, she tilted her head. “Being the heir to the throne is really quite important to you, right?”
Lyion looked confused. “Yes. Why?”
“Never mind.” And then she was gone.
“Myra!” Lyion said desperately, his confusion forgotten for the moment.
Myra’s voice appeared out of nowhere. “Go back until you come to a clearing. Then turn left and you’ll see a path. Follow it.”
Lyion stared at where the voice came from for a few moments, then slowly followed Myra’s instructions. As he walked, he wondered why Myra was here, and why she asked that curious question. Why did she care? He was happy she came, but still, why did she appear in his bedroom? Was she looking for him? (He liked that idea.) Who was she? Myra, yes, but was she an orphan? A thief? (Lyion convinced himself it wasn’t true.) He resolved to ask her when she came back (if she came back he couldn’t help thinking).
Lyion was lost in his thoughts as he walked back to the palace of Valmont, his home. He trudged up to his room, absently nodding to the guards positioned outside his door and ignoring the servants who were asking if he wanted anything, and then plopped on his bed, sighing softly.
“I want to be left alone,” he said to the last servant that came in. The servant nodded, then bowed out of the room. Lyion laid down on his bed and fell into a sleep littered with dreams.
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