Angel: This is a Niley Story!

Nick: Then where am I!

Miley: I'm more important. *laughs*

Angel:You'll be in it sooner or later.

Nick: Sooner!

Angel: *Smiles* Aw, so cute how you think you have a choice.

Miley: *laughs* Hey Angel, you should tell them.

Angel: Let Nicky Bear tell them!

Nick: What did you call me?

Miley: Say it!

Nick: *Sighs and mumbles* Angel owns nothing.

Xeona

Kristian Payne

1.

~Awaken the Fire~

It's the prophecy child. What was her name? Miley Cyrus. She's the legendary dr-. Shh you're not supposed to talk about that. She'll hear you. I watch from my peripheral vision as two girls, peers in my archery class, point and giggle at me. It's nothing new though. It's been like that since I could remember. I never know what they are talking about, but it is never anything new. It's always the same thing. Prophecy this and Legend that.

It's hard to tell whether they are making fun of me. They just stop the conversation when they get to the point. I never know if they are saying I'm destined for the best…or for destruction.

Everyone seems to know me; therefore they always have feelings towards me; contentment, resentment, and angst.

I didn't feel like listening to their prattle. I turned my attention to the trainer instead, but only to realize that I missed the instructions. Everyone was already lining their arrows. I have been in class all of one week and I haven't heard a single word from our instructor.

"Instructor Meram, I don't know what to do. I," My voice shrunk with nervousness. "wasn't listening."

My instructor was one of the people who resented me. I showed up in her class and at first she screamed, but as she got use to me she hated my guts. So when she came over to me, she had the most triumphant look on her face.

I knew what was coming so I closed my eyes. A sharp pain on my cheek and the most audible clap. I get hit as a consequence for my lack of listening. I didn't open my eyes until she finished.

"Foolish, demon child. A wasted space in my class, yet I'm forced to give my knowledge to you. Watch closely because I'm only going to show you once." With that she grabbed her bow and arrow and aligned the arrow with her index. She hurried to let it go and made it just above the mark. "There is a consequence if you miss the mark." She sneered.

I had to hold myself from countering that comment with criticism. It really shouldn't be right for me to have to make the mark when the teacher clearly missed it. But again that was how things were for me.

I grabbed the bow and arrow intent on making it. I remembered what the teacher did. I made sure to nock the arrow just as shown and instead of pulling with my arm muscle, I used my back muscle. I judged the distance of my target and adjusted to my liking.

From my peripheral vision, I saw my teacher move and I had mistaken it as a punishment hit. My eyes had automatically closed and I let go of the arrow. I heard gasps and an ear piercing scream split the air. I opened my eyes in fear of shooting someone but what I saw was much worse.

A violet path of fire trailed behind my arrow. The arrow flew so fast I was surprised I could see it and just as it hit the center mark of the target, the whole of the board disintegrated.

Astonished I looked at my teacher for an explanation, but when I did all I saw was a pale ghost figure slowly backing away. I raised my hand to point towards the place the target use to be and she nearly busted her lungs screaming.

"It's here!" she bellowed. "The beast is here to devour the honorable!" She turned and ran repeating that same sentence.

Confusion swept over me. I did not understand why she suddenly became frightened of me again. The only thing I could come up with is that she thought the fire had something to do with me. But I knew I couldn't have anything to do with it. I'm just an ordinary girl from Bermany Haven.

I looked at the rising fire and sighed. Could I really do that? I thought to myself.

I walked away not looking back. I knew someone was on there way to put the fire out.

Walking into the village circle, I notice everyone with their eyes on me. Some clap while others give me some not so nice stares. I swear they were inching towards me with knives behind their backs.

One man in particular inched towards me with a weary look. I looked at him wearily too. Hoping he wasn't an active slayer. I noticed his attire. A patchy colorful robe that looks like it's been burnt and torn a couple times. He had dirt all over him and his hair was matted up. All in all, he looked rather poor.

I pitied him, though who was I to pity. Yes I lived almost in wealth, for some reason King Roland has taken a liking to me, but my father died in battle and my mother died after my birth. So I was told. I live with only my housekeeper and nurse. So I can't have a right to pity. I'm pitied.

I walked to the food stand with a memorized list of things for my nurse to cook. I looked up at Ben, the merchant. He smiled at me with a smile the sun couldn't compete with.

"Hey Miley," he said as he finished beheading a giant salmon. "Happy seventeenth birthday!"

I blinked and smiled trying to remember in my head what day it was. I felt so stupid forgetting my own birthday. When I got to school it must have slipped my mind. I reasoned. Lovely!

"Thanks," I said. "How's your wife?"

"She is still ill, but getting better." He told me. He started gathering chicken meat and fish, and then put them in a basket.

"That's good." I said smiling. I reached in my pouch for some money, but when I tried to trade it for the basket he gave me the basket and pushed the money back towards me.

"That basket is my gift. There is no need for money." He said.

I shook my head. "I couldn't"

"Happy birthday!" he said turning around.

Uncomfortable with not paying I left the money on the counter and walked of before he noticed.

I reached the house and called out to the nurse. She walked over quickly without hesitation.

"Yes mistress?" she asked while curtsying.

"Make a hot bath for me and then start dinner. I grabbed a few things from the market for you to cook." I demanded.

"Yes mistress." She said giving me a curtsy and started walking towards my bedroom. She stopped by the door and turned to face me. "I almost forgot. The King has order for your presence at the castle tomorrow. The messenger wouldn't speak of why."

I nodded and turned for the gardens. It was very small and was where I did all my thinking. When I got there I sat down in a chair and thought about reasons of which the King would want me.

There was a huge chance it was because of the fire at school. I breathed in deeply holding my breath. I thought about all the prophecy and legend stuff everyone kept whispering about. Could the fire really have something to do with me?

Then I remembered one thing the girl at school could possibly have been about to say. She's the legendary dr-…can she really mean to say dragon? I shook my head, but the thought stuck.

I grabbed a flower and blew the trapped air towards it. I should have known it wouldn't light. I had to try though.

I heard footsteps and looked up. The nurse was standing behind me in a curtsy. "Your bath is ready." She says.

"Thank you," I say feeling sorry for the demands I put on her before.

She smiles and heads for the kitchen. I walk to my bedroom and see the bed robe on my bed. I walk towards the bath and strip myself then settle in the water. I feel all my worries slip away as I rest in the water. It felt nice to have hot water drain my body and make myself lazy.

I wash and rinse myself then scramble out of the bathtub. I hurry to put on my bed robe on as I smell the finished food and pace into the kitchen, stomach growling audibly. I sit down and the nurse set a giant plate of chicken leg, fish head, and ox tail in front of me.

She left to empty the bathwater as I started to inhale the ox tail and fish head. I picked up my chicken and bit into it then spit it out. There was still a bit of red blood on it. She didn't cook it all the way. I yell for her, but she didn't come or respond.

I picked up the chicken and got up intending to complain to her face, but the chicken caught on fire. Startled I dropped it. It went out easily. I looked at my hands for any burns, however none were visible. In fact when the chicken caught fire it felt cold.

I tried to pick up the burnt chicken, but it stung with hotness. I will leave it for the housekeeper. Walking to my room I contemplated the little incident in my head.

I got in the bed. I don't know if I'm a dragon. I thought to myself. I do know I started the fire somehow. The fire itself does not hurt, but the result does. With that last concluding thought I drifted to sleep.

This is not my first story, but it is the first time i ever published. So i don't know how good/bad it is. Please Review! I wanna know your thoughts. How can i improve?