Mariah's secret.
Year 2001, five years previously…
Mariah was lying on her bed, drifting in and out of sleep. The moon has full, leaving a trail of light glinting through her open window. She had waist length purple hair and a small pointed face. She was tall for an eight year old; no one ever believed that was her true age. Mariah stirred, troubled by her nightmares when a harsh voice sounded behind her door. A bolt slid and her room filled with light, a man stood in the doorway,
"Mariah" he said, "Come at once, your father is here."
Mariah felt as if she was going to cry. Her father was not a gentle, kind man. She obediently got out of bed, ran a comb through her hair, reached for a gown and some slippers before setting off down the brightly lit corridor. She reached a double oak finished door with iron bolts, and pushed them open. Her father was talking to some servants, she was sure they were not pleased with him either. He whispered to them in a most frightening tone, looked up, saw Mariah and dismissed them. He beckoned to her, gesturing to the cushions placed on the floor in front of him. She knelt and bowed her head before saying, "What is it you wish to say father?"
He studied her closely before demanding, "Show me your hands child"
Mariah looked up and lifted her hands in front of her. Her father seized them and studied them closely before throwing them back. "Your hands are filthy, what have you been doing?"
Mariah anxiously rubbed her hands together before saying, "You mustn't be angry father…"
"I Shall Be Angry When I Wish, Now Tell Me, WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?"
She cowered as his voice echoed in the great hall, People scattered along the walls, carrying out duties, stopped to listen.
"I have been blading father. I'm getting better. I'm just as good as Lee and I don't even have a bit beast…" but she hadn't finished when her father roared,
"NO DAUGHTER OF MINE IS GOING TO BE A BLADER!"
Mariah began to cry but her father showed no sign of weakness,
"WHERE IS IT? WHERE IS THIS BLADE OF YOURS? HOW DID YOU GET IT?"
"I found it in the courtyard father" Mariah spluttered, choking on tears, "But you can't have it!"
Her father turned scarlet before slapping her squarely across the face. Mariah fell over backwards, shocked. A large, red mark was quickly forming across her face.
"I WILL NOT HAVE YOU BRING THIS SHAME APON THE FAMILY! YOU WILL NOT BE A BLADER, YOU ARE INTENDED! WHAT WOULD PEOPLE THINK IF MY ONLY DAUGHTER WAS A BLADER? THE SHAME IT WOULD BRING! YOU WILL STAY IN YOUR ROOM UNTILL YOU GIVE ME THE BLADE, UNTILL THEN, NO MEALS! YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"
Mariah ran from the hall towards her room. She flung herself onto her bed and wept in self pity. She heard the bolt slide across the door and she knew that escape was her only option. She gathered her belongings, folding them gingerly into a small shoulder sling. She retrieved her beyblade from her pocket, holding it to her chest. She tucked the launcher into her bag but the beyblade remained in her pocket. Walking towards her window, she looked down. Four floors. It would hurt if she fell. She lifted herself onto the windowsill and leapt from the window, grasping the branch of an oak tree, she swung into a crouched position, looking below. She took a deep breath and jumped for a branch about five meters below her. Slowly, very slowly, she managed to make her way down the whole tree, and from there she ran, away from her father's palace. Knowing she had no food, no water and no idea where to go.
This is my first time writing for - please review and tell me how i can improve this. Im continuieing on the next chapter right now - sorry abot the short lengh and lack of action. things will improve soon.