Hello, all! I am Rhia Woods, and this is my first story ever! Prepare to be shocked, amazed, or disgusted, depending on your personality. And now, on to the story... (by the way, this is a girl writing from a guy's point of veiw, so if he sounds a little weird, forgive me, because like I said, this is a first time thing.) So, the story, for real this time... wait! I almost forgot! The disclaimer: None of this is mine. Duh. No, I guess I should say, most of it is not mine. Myles is all my creation. The one in this story anyway. Okay to the story, for real this time. Honest...
I am Myles Salmalin, the second child of Numair and Daine Salmalin. I was named for a friend of my parents who was killed in an accident the week of my birth. To those who care about such things, I am known as the un-gifted one. A short discription of myself: I am tall, about six foot, five inches, two inches shorter than my father. I have dark brown curly hair that I wear in a ponytail. My eyes are dark brown. At the risk of being conceited, I will say that I am rather good looking. I have an older brother, Aram, who entered into the ranks of the Shang Warriors as an apprentice at the age of six. My younger sister, Sarra, began her training as a page at the usual age and is now in her second to last year as a squire to Lady Knight Keladry of Masbolle.
I was never at home in Tortall, where I lived for the first 18 years of my life. it was as if I was always marching to a different beat, a stronger tune, a faster song. I never fit in. I was the black sheep of my family- the only non-magic one. People always thought I should be, because I was the son of Numair Salmalin, the most powerful mage in the realm and Daine Sarrasri, the Wild Mage. Everyone assumed that I would have wild magic like my mother and older brother, or be a powerful sorcerer, like my father and younger sister. When they found out, that I wasn't, people would shun me, likely because they thought I couldn't possibly be a child of the most powerful mage couple in all the world. I wasn't even accepted in the small circle of spies that are known to each other, even though I was trained as such by my adopted uncle, Baron George of Pirate's Swoop, spymaster of Tortall. This one is easy to explain, I have not been allowed to be an active spy in the field, due to my parent's abnormal fear for my safety. The only place I was accepted or rather, left alone, was at my favorite inn and hiding place, the Dancing Dove. That was usually where I went to escape the stately court functions that bore me so much.
While I was in my late teen years, my parents and I started butting heads alot. One argument I remember particularly well happened in mid June of the year I was eighteen, and is the real beginning of my story...