Twenty years ago, when I was just a girl. My parents would always tell me great stories of my long uncle Odon. Odon was the most powerful king in the kingdom of Zorro that ever reigned. Odon was my father's Oden younger brother. Although, most times the older sibling is expected to take the throne and rule over their people, it wasn't so for my father and uncle. My father described my uncle as selfish and greedy but I never thought of him that way. Instead, I saw uncle Odon as my role model. He was powerful, strong and courageous. Odon was the only person that I adorned. Unfortunately, he vanished from the kingdom before I was born, so I never had the chance to know him. Though the impossibilities, I hoped for his return to the kingdom as meeting him is one of my life long experiences.
Whilst growing up, I spent most of my days in uncle Odon's old study. Going through his works of literature and his photo albums. My family always spoke of how uncle Odon disappeared for a journey saying he got his calling for bigger dreams and never returned; but something about that story was just too odd to believe.
Over time, I got addicted to spending time in my uncle's study and that made me become different in a specific way. There was a stinging change that even myself couldn't recognize. My parents thought that it would be best If I kept away from the study. They banned me from going near it, which made me vicious. That study meant a lot to me and my parents just took it away. In the long run, they said they did it for my own good. Apparently I had developed behavioural changes since the day I had walked foot into that study. My strange acts reminded my parents of Uncle Odon. Ever since that day, my parents rubbed dumb lectures into my face and pierced my ears with them. They preached about power day after day, reciting it like a speech, "Power corrupts the mind and turns the heart black". Though those lines seemed awfully cold and scary, I didn't see the point in them anyway.
Aside from my families crazy history, I resided in a well profound kingdom. Zorro was a kingdom know for its charming people. The people all lived in matrimony. Where the warmth of the sun rises their spirits and where the tunes of happy birds sang all day. At some point, even the cats and dogs were best of friends. There was nothing less than love, peace, and joy in Zorro.
Excluding my uncle Odon, I grew up amongst a bunch of cowards, who never knew the true meaning of power. Imagine having all the power in the world and then you waste it to make pretty flowers bloom and bumble bees buzzing around. I am sure I would have made better use of it.
My Mother Margaret and my father Oden were the king and queen of Zorro. I had one older brother whose name is Adrian-Paul. At the time I was eight years old and my brother was age ten. Just like my father Oden, Adrian was weak, feeble, soft and pathetic. As opposed to my uncle and I, We were mighty, brave, strong and powerful. Sometimes these similarities and differences bought me into thinking that my brother and I were complete replicas of the two brothers and their tales together. It felt like history was repeating itself and boy was I excited.
While growing up, since Adrian-Paul wasnt capable of being protective of me, nor defending himself, I had to take that role on. My parents agreed on sending my brother and I to public school as a way for us to have the many experiences of the world. In elementary school, I stood up to the bullies who stuffed wet paper towel into Adrian's face. Whilst he laid on the ground rolled up in a ball, sobbing in tears. Though Adrian was my only brother, I hated his personality. He was introverted and often seemed very weak, but I tried to love him the best way possible.
Adrian and I never liked to do anything better than sharing but looking out for eachother was our favourite. We grew up quite close though I secretly can't stand him being a weak fence. We shared food, toys and games. Our parents raised us well in an manner to always have each others back. A few years had passed and as time grew my brother's weakness still held him captive.
Unlike my brother by the time I was aged sixteen, I could fight against, Zorro's most bravest knights and I won every round. I was declared the toughest teenage girl in the kingdom and that was exactly what I loved. Nothing pleases me more than fame could ever do.
I was always very anxious about my future and what it holds. I had plans of ruling over the kingdom some day and owning all the power the world possessed just like my uncle Odon. Unfortunately, my parents were still in lead and didn't look like they wanted to retire at all. So I got tired of waiting to take over Zorro. "Why couldn't my parents just retire and hand the crown down to me?" I thought. Since I was only sixteen, most people that I couldn't handle ruling over the kingdom, but I darn well could. I have battled against the most dangerous species of magical creatures and defeated all, yet still no one believed that I could be the leader. I have done everything in my power just to prove how worthy I am of the throne, but no one seemed to care. Each inquiry I made was failure and it made me envious. Failure was something that I hated to most and that's why I was driven in determination to paste myself on that throne. Time over time, my determination has started to drive me crazy. Doing the weirdest to get what I wanted. Then one day, a clever idea ran across my mind. "What if I could get rid of the ones blocking my path to power?" I thought. I became driven to extinguish anybody who went in the way of stopping my progress and my first victims would be my parents. As cruel as it may sound, it was the only way in mind. Even though I really wanted power, I stopped to think things through, because I never liked the idea of taking innocent lives. Since I loved my parents darely, I decided to vanish them into the Forrest of fate. Then, I would fake their deaths. In this way, I will gain the trust and support from the people of Zorro and then they would regret the day they ever thought the kingdom would be doomed in my hands.
I had to make a plan that would be just right to carryout my trick. It had to be my best one yet. After pondering for ages, the most brightest idea came to me. A few months back, I discovered some books in my uncles study about witches and potions. I was most definitely sure that one of those books could help me. It was settled, I was going to sneak out of my room, pick the locks to uncles study and take a few pages from the book about witches. I was going to do it when it was the peak of every one's sleep.
I spent the rest of my day preparing for my adventure. I replaced the old batteries in my flashlight and even took some chips incase I was hungry. I was filled with glee and excitement the entire time, that I couldnt keep my composer. Just has planned, when I heard the clock ticked at twelve, I sprung from my bed, grabbing my chips and flashlight. I screched around the palace, rolling all over the halls as If I was a detective on a crime scene. As I approached closer towards the door to the study, I reached for the hair pin in my hair to pick the locks and thats when I heard narrow voices coming along my way. My heart started to race as I was in for a little treat. I trembled as I hurridly unlocked the doors then chucking myself through them, just before I was caught. At this moment my choices started to reappear before me and my conscious was tingling. I wondered, "Should I still do this even though I was banned from my uncle's study?" Surprisingly that voice didnt lasted for long and my urge for ruling grew taller.
I hissed my teeth and continued along. I walked on my tippy toes, hunching my back and running across the room. Only to know that a surprise was waiting there for me. I crept upon the mini library and searched through the shelves but found no signs of the book. I started to ponder about, my mind was scattered. I couldn't risk getting caught just to become aware that there was no signs of the book. I stooped down on the floor and had my hand on my head. I was drafting my second plan.
Then, I had the strangest feeling as If I wasn't alone in the room. I kept still with my eyes scattering around, my heart was pulsing in fear and my body was definitely shivering. All of that cleared up a bit when I somehow spotted the book on the window shelf behind the curtain. I slowly went over to grab the book but, by my surprise a hand rolled from under the shadows and grabbed my arm tightly. Whatever it was, surely had no intentions of letting go. I cried for help, while holding onto the window bars for dare life as whatever was behind the shadows was pulling me in. The hand was very strong and muscular as I spotted the veins popping out. Apart from that it was rather awfully cold and blue. I felt my mind going bunckers as I was wondering if this was my very first encountering with a real ghost. I was aware of my surroundings and what was happening. I had a feeling of embodiment, and it was the clearest representation yet. I knew that my body was giving its fight of a lifetime but my mind was still inside my body. It moved not a muscle nor outtered a single word.
I had almost given up on fighting for dear life when my parents bardged in. The strange hand suddenly let loose of me and let me fall mercilessly. Suddenly I regained consciousness and realised that I was no longer under attack. I wasnt sure if it was the realisation that rebooted my brain nor if it was because I was now safe. All I knew was that, I surely bursted out in tears, wheeping in fright.
My parents grabbed me and took me out of the study immediately. They took me to the kitchen and gave me some water to calm down my nerves. I sipped slowly into the glass, whilst my hand trembled. The horror I had experienced was flashing before my eyes and I thought I was loosing it. My parents started to question me. They insisted on knowing why I was in the study when they had banned me but, I was too keen to let them know. I circled around the corner browsing excuses to tell my parents. After all saying that I wanted to find a spell that would wish them goodbye from Korro's throne wasnt too pleasant to hear, especially as parents. So I made up a vague lie.
" I-, I was just sleeping in my bedroom, I dont know how I got there", I said.
"Come on Thyra, we both know thats a lie you have no history of sleep walking, now why were you in there?" shouted my mother.
"Okay, I could'nt sleep and I felt a bit curious to go inside and read one of uncles greatest novels. Besides his study was my only safe haven", I said with a lying face.
My parents bought my made up excuses and in return they ordered their servants to make my very own library in a empty room next to my bedroom.This was to keep me from uncles study since my family discovered my love for reading. The library was everything I ever dreamt of, since reading was my only hobby. My parents bought many books of many different genres. I felt happy and content about my life for once. My focus was lost from taking the throne. After all there was no other way to accomplish this but to wait till the next royal coronation.