A/N: First story in a long while, just so you know this is set in an alternate universe, it mainly has a medieval like setting but since it's an AU of my own it has a few modern bits and whatnot in it…calling it medieval is just really my way of giving you an idea of what it's sort of supposed to be like, so I hope you enjoy the first chapter and feel free to give me ideas of whatever in reviews etc.
Musical Harp
Chapter I: Disaster Occur
She groaned before pushing herself off of the damp grassy ground, her head felt like it was going to explode and her legs were burning.
She winced as a piercing pain was felt on the lower half of her right arm where a white bandage was present.
The girl hissed at the pain, clumps of her long midnight blue hair fell from behind her shoulders.
'Who am I? Lyra Yuroshi, Where am I from? The Yuroshi Kingdom in the land of Kuzumaki, How old am I? 15…' the young female identified as Lyra continued to mentally interrogate herself to make sure there was no damage to her memory.
When Lyra had finally decided that everything in her mind was in order she attempted to stand up, only to crash back down because her legs were too weak to support her weight at this time.
She sighed as she pulled herself over to a tree, leaning against it as she closed her green and blue mixed eyes.
Knowing that she could not transport herself at present she decided to go over the events that had just occurred.
The day had been normal, apart from the unbearable dullness of Lyra's daily duties as King's daughter or better known as Princess.
At the time Lara (her older sister), her father, and herself were attending a family meeting, they had been discussing upcoming events and duties.
"What?! But father, I absolutely must wear that dress!" Lara had argued.
"Silence Lara, Gina has already made a dress for you and you will wear it to the gathering whether you like it or not!" came the roaring response of King Markus.
"That is unfair!" Lara complained in a high-pitched tone.
Lyra sighed crossing her arms wincing silently as she pressed against the wound underneath her bandages.
"When you take position as future queen, you will not have as much freedom of choice, so get used to it" Markus had scolded.
Lara just went silent and grumbled to herself.
"And Lyra" Markus had called.
"Yes, father?" Lyra responded formally.
"I expect you to attend the gathering this year, no sneaking off like last year" Markus growled, somewhat threateningly.
"Whatever" Lyra responded, not really caring as she had the least interest in the gathering.
"That is not what I want to hear" Markus seethed.
Lyra had been tempted to retort with a smart remark but held herself back as she said "I will try my best father" although she didn't mean it.
"I guess that will do" Markus responded narrowing his eyes at his youngest daughter.
"Now-" He had begun but never got to finish as a panicky holler was heard down the halls.
"INVASION!" a guard had yelled, which put everyone on high alert and panic.
At that moment the entire castle shook.
King Markus raced over to the nearest window followed by his two daughters.
Outside they saw an exceedingly large army of rather scruffy looking men.
"Ew, who are those guys?" Lara questioned looking at all of them in distaste.
"I'm not sure, but they look like bandits of some sort" Markus whispered in shock.
"Well they sure don't know how to dress properly" Lara commented meanly.
"Now's not the time for such things like that, you two get to your chambers and don't come out until I say!" Markus ordered.
"But-" Lyra had objected.
"NOW!" Roared Markus.
Lara didn't need to be told again as she ran as elegantly as she could out the door and down the dark halls followed by a reluctant Lyra.
"Men, get ready for battle!" Markus ordered, soldiers outside guarding the room were first to hear as they then raced out of the castle repeating the king's message.
Lyra raced to her chambers as fast as she could and slammed the door shut before locking it.
She was very tempted to run outside and battle the bandits herself, but she knew that it wasn't part of her duty as a princess, which is something she hated.
She felt the castle shake again and growled, she ran to her armoire and grabbed a black duffel bag containing emergency escape supplies that she had prepared in case of an event like the one at hand.
Throwing the bag onto her large bed she also took out a change of clothes.
Ripping of the disgustingly bright pink dress that her father had forced her to wear she replaced it with a basic white short-sleeved button-up shirt throwing a cropped dark purple waistcoat overtop, she also threw on light-grey leggings and a pair of black travel shoes.
Hastily she threw her hair up into a messy bun.
Suddenly there was a banging at the door.
"Why are we here again?" asked a man.
"I heard that the King's youngest daughter should be in this room" replied another.
Lyra gasped as the two men attempted to smash down the door.
Swiftly as grabbed a her sword, positioning it onto her waist before chucking on a draping black coat before she heard the men trying to break down the door again.
"Come on girl, let us in" one of the men requested.
Without wasting any more time, Lyra grabbed her duffel bag and ran to her window, she gazed down to the bushes below on the far ground.
The door was beginning to give way, Lyra looked from the door to then to the ground, and suddenly the door finally broke from its hinges revealing the two scruffy men that were behind it.
"Well hello, what do we have here?" One of the men asked smugly, he had many teeth missing and one blind eye.
"Sure is a pretty one ain't she" The other man remarked, he also had many missing teeth, and his height appeared uneven.
Lyra's heart began beating rapidly, as her breath became hoarse.
The men approached her and Lyra stared down at the distant ground below.
Without sparing the men another glance she pushed herself from the window as she fell she felt the air rapidly blowing against her then she crashed into the bushes which, luckily for her, broke her fall.
"Where'd she go?" the man with the one blind eye asked.
"Don't know" The other man responded.
"Ah well, we can still grab the other one" the blind eyed man suggested.
When Lyra thought it was safe she struggled her way out of the surprisingly thick bushes.
Many scratches were now present upon her face and hands.
Hastily she rushed off towards the Radina forest…a forest said to be so thick that at all times it seems like night.
It was in there that a group of bandits had spotted her, Lyra forced her tired body to sprint as fast as possible.
She eventually came to a river, however at the time she was unaware of it's existance as she was too busy trying to get away from the trailing bandits, that she dropped straight into the water…
All she had remembered was the ice cold feeling soaking through her clothes and her hair coming undone, then darkness…
Apparently she had her right sleeve caught on something, because it had been mostly torn off, revealing the bandage which covered the purposely given wound on her arm.
Lyra sighed, she had never predicted that something like this could ever happen in her life, she didn't know what to do, and to make that worse she had no idea where she even was at the moment!
She reached to the area of her neck where she placed her hand on the deep blue stone that hung on a thin golden chain.
The colours in the stone seemed to swirl mysteriously…
"Have I failed you?" She questioned blankly as she rubbed her thumb against the strangely warm stone.
"Have I failed you, Draxila?" Lyra repeated.
"You have failed no one dear child" a quiet feminine voice whispered inside her mind.
That's the end of Chapter 1, Chapter 2 is sure to follow eventually.