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The Protector - Chapter 1

Novel By: Lost Writer

This is the first Chapter, after my prologue, of a story that has been in my head for quite a few years.
I may not be able to write a lot, so I hope you like it. View table of contents...



Submitted:Jan 12, 2014    Reads: 10    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I sat in the church beside my family, as I did every week. The pastor preached on, as always, on how having magic is a sin, magic users are the devil, and how if anyone who associates with them would eventually be killed, and sent down to Heishma, the devil. Every week the threat of magic users seems to be increasing, especially when the pastor talks about them that way. As I'm sitting there, in a dress my parents force upon me every time there is a chance I might be seen by the public's eye, my mind starts to wonder, and I start to fiddle with the ruffles on my sleeve. I was focused on a particular thread that was loose, it didn't clue into me that anyone was watching my actions. It wasn't until my older brother, Arnel, placed his hand on mine, and put a finger to his lips to quiet and still me, as a small smirk spread across them. He saw me moving about the entire time, and that grin told me so. I bowed my head, of course, he's always watching out for me, neither of us are next in line to the throne, so we have to stick together. Him turning seven in the summer, and me just having turned four at the begging of winter. The pastor spoke the closing word, "Anee", and after we repeated it to end the sermon, my family stood as one, and started down the aisle, first as always, and followed by the ones who my parents ruled over.

As we are heading back home, sitting in the carriage, Arnel takes my hand, squeezing it, and grins at me. He leans close to me and whispers in my ear, "Imagine the fuss Cienna would have made if she saw you." I blush and grinned back sheepishly. She would have told mother and father, and would explain to both of us how, 'it is only right of the princess heir to bring wrong doings forward to the king and queen, especially if it's within the family'. I smile bigger thinking of the laugh we would have had at Cienna if only we were alone, and out of earshot of her and our mother and father. As the carriage continues to rock back and forth, jumping up and down as we cross over pot holes and rocks, I lean my head on Arnel, and close my eyes.


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