Wow, it is kind of funny what inspires you to write and in this case it is
my boyfriend who just broke his leg in soccer. Poor lad.
Chapter Two - Edward.
Myra was subjected to Mitri's painful caresses a dozen times more in the months that followed the first encounter. Though each time was less painful than the previous fumble, her fury and resentment grew, silently, cancer- like emotions dug their deathly fingers in.
Her father became increasingly abusive but only verbally. He dared not lay a hand on her lest 'Mitri' might not want bruised goods and besides every thing was turning out fine for him. He had wealth from trading in textiles from Frell (Mitri had contacts.) and he had acquired himself a maid who also served as his bedfellow. Her name was April and every now and then she sported a new black eye or had her wrist strapped. Myra prayed that she would have sense enough to leave, unlike herself.
There was a time, when I was young and innocent and now my body is wracked with hateful knowledge and loathsome experience. At 16, I am no longer the child I once was, forced to grow up before my time, Myra silently told herself. She longed for the day when this would all be a bad nightmare or hopefully one day she might not even remember her childhood. This pain will be a phantom so if I do remember I might not be sure if it was real or just a figment of my imagination.
"MYRA!!!" he father bellowed from the bottom of the stairs. "GET DOWN HERE NOW!" Myra sighed and rolled of her hard mattress bed and made her way down the wooden stairs bare foot. The one thing good to come of this 'relationship' with Mitri was her father's abstinence of violence. Unfortunately, Myra suspected he vented it out on April.
She entered the Formal Lounge to find her father and Mr. Ellind both smoking Mena weed and another man she had not previously met and whose wide girth must have been very uncomfortable... "Ahh, here she is sirs. Myra, dear, these are the Misters Ellind. Of course you already know Mitri Ellind but this is his father Mr. Lukas Ellind." Myra vaguely wondered how they could be father and son when Mitri was as skinny as a rake and why was her father smiling so much? Her father picked up her hand and patted it. "Ahh Myra, you are so beautiful, just like your mother and you belong to go to a man who will do you justice to your beauty. That is why the good lad Mitri here as offered to take your hand in marriage."
Myra swayed on her feet. Marriage? Oh mercy! This can't be happening, no please! "I told you she would be so delighted that she is speechless!" he father beamed at his guests but his hand tightened on hers and his fingertips turned white with the pressure. "Yes..delighted." she murmured and Mitri beamed. His father walked over to her and said "Please, consider me your other father!" and hugged her in his giant arms and her face was smothered by his sweaty neck. Then Mitri stepped up to her and instead of hugging her, kissed her on her mouth. "Finally! After twenty-five years he has finally found a girl he likes or a girl that can stand looking at him!" Myra briefly felt pity for him from the hurt look on his face but then it vanished as she remembered the past three months.
********************* Cierwan slowed his horse down to a trot and surveyed the land before him. He was looking for the Key and the Mirror Pool clearly showed to him the town in where the Key was, Kyrria, and Kyrria was before him now. He had no idea as to who the key was or even what the key was but he knew what ever it was, it was here, he thought to himself as he patted his leather bag containing the sacred bowl he used for the Mirror Pool. Not wanting to bring suspicion upon himself, he created an illusion to make himself look like an old peasant. He was a master of Disguise.
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Myra peered at her reflection in the looking glass. She had never seen her reflection before and was stunned to see that she was indeed, beautiful. She wasn't obviously beautiful but she had the sort of beauty that would slowly dawn upon you. She had wavy, auburn hair and bright green eyes that shone and well-crafted cheek bones and a smattering of freckles over the bridge of her nose. Her delicate features were enhanced by the white silk gown she was wearing. It was the finest piece of clothing she'd ever had and yet, it was one she wasn't looking forward to wearing. It was her wedding dress. Or, her doom dress as she liked to call it. I have to spend an eternity with that monstrosity, she thought glumly, Oh well. At least I shall never have to suffer my father again.
"Oh, now! Myra, darling! Don't you look wonderful?" the dress maker, Fionulla, asked her. Myra just shrugged and Fionulla tutted. "Hop out of it now. We don't want to get it ruined do we?"
Myra slipped out of the dress and back in to her old gown and tunic. Her dress was once blue but had gone grey with time and she'd had it since her thirteenth birthday. Mitri had bought her several dresses but she refused to wear them which he was slightly miffed about.
Myra left Fionulla's and made her way toward the bustling market square. She was supposed to pick up ribbons for her hair for her wedding and she regretted spending any money on something that meant very little to her or to Mitri. He, of course, only wanted to marry her because of her beauty and so that he had a bed companion every night and not just a few times a week! She remembered the fateful day when she became engaged to him. His father said he was only twenty five yet he looked so much older. Myra stopped at a bread stall and bought a sweet roll. Sweet rolls were her favourite and just as she turned to leave, she bumped into a dark man, dropping her roll. "Sorry," she muttered and bent to pick up her roll. "Oh, no. I'm sorry. Please, let me buy you another one," the man apologised. Myra looked up into his face, his dark hair brushing over his forehead and his blue eyes looking at her, apologetic, and his slightly crooked nose crinkled up in worry. Myra blushed as she thought she'd never seen a man so handsome before. "Uhm." she began, "ok..why not?" And his features relaxed making him eve more handsome.
As he bought her another, he asked her to lunch with him. "What is your name?" he inquired. "Myra of Vetner and you?" she replied not saying 'of Ellind'. "Myra," he sighed "a nice name. I am Edward." He bought a loaf of bread and chicken meat and they lunched on a side of a hill. It's strange that I should think that I would like to marry this man I hardly know more than Mitri, Myra thought. It began to grow dark and Myra started excusing herself when he leaned down to kiss her on the mouth. She had never experience a kiss like this before. All of her previous kisses had either been painful or disgusting yet this gentle and nice. He pulled away. "Sorry," he said, "I wanted too. Don't get me wrong, I don't do that to everyone, it's just that, well.it's just ...that." and Myra, once again, blushed, mumbled her goodbye and hurried off towards her home.
An hour after she had been home, Mitri returned home. Ever since her engagement she had been forced to move into Mitri's house. He was cold and disgusting and for that she thanked him because it would mean that one day she might have the courage to leave him. She flinched every time he came near and every time he touched her. He kissed her once, not noticing that she had stiffened. "My beloved Myra, you must go and make the spare room ready for a visitor. I have this new acquaintance," Myra shuddered. Every time she heard that word before now, it always meant she had to be 'accommodating'. "And he will be staying with us. Now that you are to be my wife, you must be good, kind and courteous because what ever you do will reflect upon me. Do you understand?" She nodded and Mitri rushed to open the door and in walked a man with dark features and the most vivid blue eyes. His nose looked like it had been broken but that was the only thing not perfect about his face. He was, in a word, beautiful. "Myra dear, this is Mr. Milne," Mitri introduced him as. Edward smiled and his eyes shone with amusement.
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Chapter Two - Edward.
Myra was subjected to Mitri's painful caresses a dozen times more in the months that followed the first encounter. Though each time was less painful than the previous fumble, her fury and resentment grew, silently, cancer- like emotions dug their deathly fingers in.
Her father became increasingly abusive but only verbally. He dared not lay a hand on her lest 'Mitri' might not want bruised goods and besides every thing was turning out fine for him. He had wealth from trading in textiles from Frell (Mitri had contacts.) and he had acquired himself a maid who also served as his bedfellow. Her name was April and every now and then she sported a new black eye or had her wrist strapped. Myra prayed that she would have sense enough to leave, unlike herself.
There was a time, when I was young and innocent and now my body is wracked with hateful knowledge and loathsome experience. At 16, I am no longer the child I once was, forced to grow up before my time, Myra silently told herself. She longed for the day when this would all be a bad nightmare or hopefully one day she might not even remember her childhood. This pain will be a phantom so if I do remember I might not be sure if it was real or just a figment of my imagination.
"MYRA!!!" he father bellowed from the bottom of the stairs. "GET DOWN HERE NOW!" Myra sighed and rolled of her hard mattress bed and made her way down the wooden stairs bare foot. The one thing good to come of this 'relationship' with Mitri was her father's abstinence of violence. Unfortunately, Myra suspected he vented it out on April.
She entered the Formal Lounge to find her father and Mr. Ellind both smoking Mena weed and another man she had not previously met and whose wide girth must have been very uncomfortable... "Ahh, here she is sirs. Myra, dear, these are the Misters Ellind. Of course you already know Mitri Ellind but this is his father Mr. Lukas Ellind." Myra vaguely wondered how they could be father and son when Mitri was as skinny as a rake and why was her father smiling so much? Her father picked up her hand and patted it. "Ahh Myra, you are so beautiful, just like your mother and you belong to go to a man who will do you justice to your beauty. That is why the good lad Mitri here as offered to take your hand in marriage."
Myra swayed on her feet. Marriage? Oh mercy! This can't be happening, no please! "I told you she would be so delighted that she is speechless!" he father beamed at his guests but his hand tightened on hers and his fingertips turned white with the pressure. "Yes..delighted." she murmured and Mitri beamed. His father walked over to her and said "Please, consider me your other father!" and hugged her in his giant arms and her face was smothered by his sweaty neck. Then Mitri stepped up to her and instead of hugging her, kissed her on her mouth. "Finally! After twenty-five years he has finally found a girl he likes or a girl that can stand looking at him!" Myra briefly felt pity for him from the hurt look on his face but then it vanished as she remembered the past three months.
********************* Cierwan slowed his horse down to a trot and surveyed the land before him. He was looking for the Key and the Mirror Pool clearly showed to him the town in where the Key was, Kyrria, and Kyrria was before him now. He had no idea as to who the key was or even what the key was but he knew what ever it was, it was here, he thought to himself as he patted his leather bag containing the sacred bowl he used for the Mirror Pool. Not wanting to bring suspicion upon himself, he created an illusion to make himself look like an old peasant. He was a master of Disguise.
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Myra peered at her reflection in the looking glass. She had never seen her reflection before and was stunned to see that she was indeed, beautiful. She wasn't obviously beautiful but she had the sort of beauty that would slowly dawn upon you. She had wavy, auburn hair and bright green eyes that shone and well-crafted cheek bones and a smattering of freckles over the bridge of her nose. Her delicate features were enhanced by the white silk gown she was wearing. It was the finest piece of clothing she'd ever had and yet, it was one she wasn't looking forward to wearing. It was her wedding dress. Or, her doom dress as she liked to call it. I have to spend an eternity with that monstrosity, she thought glumly, Oh well. At least I shall never have to suffer my father again.
"Oh, now! Myra, darling! Don't you look wonderful?" the dress maker, Fionulla, asked her. Myra just shrugged and Fionulla tutted. "Hop out of it now. We don't want to get it ruined do we?"
Myra slipped out of the dress and back in to her old gown and tunic. Her dress was once blue but had gone grey with time and she'd had it since her thirteenth birthday. Mitri had bought her several dresses but she refused to wear them which he was slightly miffed about.
Myra left Fionulla's and made her way toward the bustling market square. She was supposed to pick up ribbons for her hair for her wedding and she regretted spending any money on something that meant very little to her or to Mitri. He, of course, only wanted to marry her because of her beauty and so that he had a bed companion every night and not just a few times a week! She remembered the fateful day when she became engaged to him. His father said he was only twenty five yet he looked so much older. Myra stopped at a bread stall and bought a sweet roll. Sweet rolls were her favourite and just as she turned to leave, she bumped into a dark man, dropping her roll. "Sorry," she muttered and bent to pick up her roll. "Oh, no. I'm sorry. Please, let me buy you another one," the man apologised. Myra looked up into his face, his dark hair brushing over his forehead and his blue eyes looking at her, apologetic, and his slightly crooked nose crinkled up in worry. Myra blushed as she thought she'd never seen a man so handsome before. "Uhm." she began, "ok..why not?" And his features relaxed making him eve more handsome.
As he bought her another, he asked her to lunch with him. "What is your name?" he inquired. "Myra of Vetner and you?" she replied not saying 'of Ellind'. "Myra," he sighed "a nice name. I am Edward." He bought a loaf of bread and chicken meat and they lunched on a side of a hill. It's strange that I should think that I would like to marry this man I hardly know more than Mitri, Myra thought. It began to grow dark and Myra started excusing herself when he leaned down to kiss her on the mouth. She had never experience a kiss like this before. All of her previous kisses had either been painful or disgusting yet this gentle and nice. He pulled away. "Sorry," he said, "I wanted too. Don't get me wrong, I don't do that to everyone, it's just that, well.it's just ...that." and Myra, once again, blushed, mumbled her goodbye and hurried off towards her home.
An hour after she had been home, Mitri returned home. Ever since her engagement she had been forced to move into Mitri's house. He was cold and disgusting and for that she thanked him because it would mean that one day she might have the courage to leave him. She flinched every time he came near and every time he touched her. He kissed her once, not noticing that she had stiffened. "My beloved Myra, you must go and make the spare room ready for a visitor. I have this new acquaintance," Myra shuddered. Every time she heard that word before now, it always meant she had to be 'accommodating'. "And he will be staying with us. Now that you are to be my wife, you must be good, kind and courteous because what ever you do will reflect upon me. Do you understand?" She nodded and Mitri rushed to open the door and in walked a man with dark features and the most vivid blue eyes. His nose looked like it had been broken but that was the only thing not perfect about his face. He was, in a word, beautiful. "Myra dear, this is Mr. Milne," Mitri introduced him as. Edward smiled and his eyes shone with amusement.
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