MidniteMisstress

Chapter One – The Beginning The feverish nightmare woke her. She didn’t understand them until her journey started one week ago. She didn’t know where she was going, only that the nightmares lead the way. She didn’t know where her journey would end, only that the nightmares did not tell all. The night she left, the day her father died, she had the nightmare that she had on numerous occasions, but some how different, the man that had appeared to her, shrouded in darkness was one of many things that these nightmares conceal. This worried her as many of the nightmares figments seemed to become true in her world.A knock at the

... She remembered her father as dark faced with wavy shoulder-lengthened hair and eyes, which would pierce your soul, to match. A broad shouldered man who was almost as tall as his bedroom door. Many described him as hard faced, but many didn’t see the hard lines that did make up his face, soften with nothing more than a smile or a laugh as he did so often around his children and his closest companions. He was a man that enemies feared, friend respected and his children loved. She was not used to seeing this broken man that was before her now. She felt alone. In his room she feared what he would say, not the words themselves but of wh

... “The dreams that haunt your night are a journey you must take.” “You mean nightmares, don’t you?” still slightly confused with want he just said. “No, dreams,” another thundered answer followed by coughing, being a loving daughter she went to fetch some water but caught by his hand, which she thought funnily resembled the paws of a lion. He knew he was dying and with little time to tell her, he thought, he would not waste it on drinking water. “Follow the path these dreams lay out for you and find your true purpose. I love you, Kyra.” His last words would haunt forever. “I love you, F

... Waiting until night, Kyra sat on her bed. Many servants came to ask if she wanted anything to eat but she just said no. When the sun died and moon arose in the night’s sky and all was asleep in the castle Kyra left her room as quietly as she could and ran barefoot, to make no sound, to the stables. This is where her horse Rose was housed, a beautiful and stunning creature named so because her colouring is a match to rosewood, with a sweet disposition Rose is a perfect match to her rider, Kyra. In a rush Kyra saddled Rose up and placed her things upon Rose. When she was ready Kyra took off her dress and climbed aboard Rose. The next

... “I’m wearing this because it’s easier to ride and I need to get out of this place and everyone’s pity looks, like the one just gave me, I can’t take this anymore” she said with a shred of desperation, finally she gave the look she often gave her father when she wanted something. He called it the puppy look and in turn it became known to everyone. “Don’t give the puppy look, and don’t pretend to not know what you’re doing, you got the pout and puppy dog eyes, you know when they beg.” He explained. Giving a groan of exasperation, he gave the order for gate to be lowered. She gave him

... The village, which at first looks nothing more than a hamlet, but to look around at the surrounding hills she saw several farms and an orchard. Apple trees, some showing fruit and some still in blossom and the tops of carrots and potatoes not to be out done by the blossom to show the dark green that only root vegetables have. The farms that look after cattle sent an array of noises her way, other horses called to Rose to play while other animals, chicken and ducks, called to the farmers to be fed, and while this spectacular scene unveiled before her, the sun rose to peek at her behind the mountains. Upon entering the village Kyra could a

... She set about making her way up to one of the farms, in particular the one with the apples, she wanted to buy a half dozen, mostly for Rose although Kyra did liked them she felt she had to apologise to her for riding throughout the night with no rest. Walking past all the trees on the way reminded her of the castle’s orchard that she and her sister had played in as children but her sister wouldn’t climb the trees with her, she always hated that. When she arrived at the house she noticed a cat on the doorstep waiting to get in for breakfast, the animal was unusual with a mixture of colours, rich gold, autumn brown, burnt black,

... Travelling back into the main part of town was just as interesting as leaving it, she passed a hay cart travelling to various farms that had horses and sheep, she met several children who had been sent to town to pick up some bread or meat for that nights dinner, other children leaving town headed for the stream to cool off and play or catch fish. Many men on horses passed her, dressed in rich red or blue clearly Earls or Dukes and luckily the paid no heed to Kyra as she was dressed in so called peasants clothes, for when Kyra looked at them she recognised them as the Duke of Westbury and his son. He had taken an interest in Kyra but she

... “Excuse me sir, can I have me horse back?” she asked the man. “Excuse me?” he snapped back. “My horse, a dark brown colour, new shoes, any of this ringing any bells?” she demanded this time getting a bit agitated with his slight rudeness before, and how he seemed to be looking up and down at her with a look of derision on his face. “Look lady, I don’t work here and I’m kind of offended that you think I do.” He said with an insulted tone. She now looked at his clothes and agreed that he did not, in fact, work there like she had thought. He wore a clean white tunic with a royal blue and

Chapter Two – The Fort Travelling down the twisting roads from sunrise to sunset, a week later, she set camp in forest just off the road. She scouted the area to ensure no unexpected arrivals and then set up a tent and went around gathering firewood. When the fire was blazing Kyra got two of the apples out of the bag and gave them to Rose. “I’m sorry, for the other night but we’ll stay here a while, okay?” and she gave her the other apple, and set up dinner for herself. When she finished she went to sleep. That night she had another dream, a different dream. She’s riding through a forest, getting cut on branch