~No Name~ - Winter Nyala (ap literature book list TXT) 📗

Part I

There's a place where the beasts run wild, and fight for leadership and power. There are humans still alive, yet they hide in caves and tunnels, deep in the earth. The beasts roam the dessert land and I, the queen of these monsters, is human. I have dominated them all, for I have such a strange gift. There is a story for how I became the queen here, the queen of beasts who hate humans, and yet I am human.

This is the story of how I became, who I am...

I am only just a teen girl when they came. Fifteen years old and I have to fend for myself. They killed my family and left me alone. I lived in one of the sub continents, on our families farm. We raised cattle and their milk was of the best, and we had a variety of other livestock as well.

"Hey! Momma!" I yelled as I stared into the sky.

The sky, only moments ago was clear, was now filled with falling lights, hurdling toward Bratina. My planet was defenseless, our cannons to protect us were not yet finished. We would never survive this.

My mother came out, holding a dish towel in her hands, drying them, "What is it dear?" When she saw me staring into the sky, she looked and paused.

Here was a light headed straight for our farm. Father came out and and looked as well, I had a small chance to move them out of the way. The light slowed and I paused from saving my family.

The buzzing sound soon followed and got louder as every second went by. I had to clasp my hands over my ears, because the buzzing was so intense. Looking around I see my parents doing the same.

I heard crying and ran into the house ignoring the buzzing. My little brother, only a few months old was still inside, alone. Running up the stairs I slam open the door open leading to his cradle.

"SHH! Jacob... Shh... it's gonna be okay." I grabbed him and held him close to my chest, making him feel safe. The crying got softer but was still there.

I headed back down stairs, holding a clothe over Jacobs head, trying to shield him from the buzzing.

Wait a second, I thought to my self, what happened to the buzzing!?

I started into a run, and when I saw the door off it's hinges, I paused and started to back up. Some one... or some thing was in the house.

I heard rattling in the kitchen and was compelled to see what it was. I started down one of the steps and it creaked, the sounds stopped and I heard, what sounded like, foot steps headed out of the kitchen. I turned around and ran up stairs. Straight into the attic. It was the last door on the left and I heard the foot steps right behind me. I slammed the door shut before I got a chance to see what was following me.

There was one loud knock and it made me flinch. I ran up the stairs to the room of the attic and shut that door as well. Jacob was not crying, he was asleep!

I screamed in my head.

Locking the door I set Jacob down on a small chair in the attics room. Sighing, I headed to the back of the attic. I had to find the chest that held our weapons... our protection.

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"Where..." I was talking with myself.

I sighed and opened what looked like a antique chest. It opened with a creak and dust was spread throughout the attic. Jacob moved and made a small cry, when I looked over to him I didn't see him. In fact, he was not where I had put him... then where?

There was a bump near the wall and I quickly turned back to the chest. Digging through the old clothes and old antiques I found the sword on the bottom edge, leaning against the wall of the chest. I grabbed it and held on tight. As I stood there was another bump near the entrance. I grabbed the hilt of the sword and readied myself.

There was yet another bump and the door flew off its hinges. It was headed straight for me, I dodged it and landed on my feet next to the chair I set Jacob on.

~Where is my brother!?~ I kept yelling in my head. A tear ran down my cheek when a body was thrown toward me. It was wrapped in the blanket I put over Jacobs head. I fell to my knees, and another tear fell down my cheek.
 

“Jacob...” I whimpered to myself. I started shaking and slowly stood. “No...” I whimpered again.

Some black figure stepped forward out of the shadow of the wall, it raised what looked like a hand, toward me... me! Like it was telling me something. I drew out the blade nice and slow, creating the sound of metal rubbing on metal. When I looked up, It let it's arm down, and roared. So loud that the attic felt like it would cave into the rest of the house any minute.

“Go away!” I started to yell at it, “Leave me! Now...”

It paused and turned around. To my surprise, it started down the stairs, like it was filling out my... order. I sighed and started to walk away from the little pile of blanket. I went to the stairs, wiping a tear away, I slowly headed down the stairs. One painful step, at a time.

 

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I was outside, watching in horror as these 'creatures,' destroyed my home. The sword was in my hand and I clinched my teeth.

~What should I do? ~ I asked myself as I thought over my options. ~I should hide... save myself the trouble.~

There was a creek, near my farm and by a pool of water, a cabin. That is where we kept all of our hunting gear. That would be my goal for now.

I found my way out from my families farm and into the woods. Trying hard not to make any noise, for the hear of the Creatures finding me. I made my way through the woods, over roots and under trees, to the cabin.

Opening the door, I sigh at the sigh of our abandoned cabin. “Well then... lets start.”

I put the sword on the bed and began to clean off the table. I found a black sheet and put it over the only window in the cabin. After I found our bow and all the arrows, I began to clear the bed. Before I laid the sword down again, I went to the door, and locked it to where no one could enter.

I stood near the bed, hungry and scared. I frowned as I sat on the bed's edge, ~and all this time I haven't shed a tear...~

I laid down, the sword laying against the bed, and I could feel my body telling me to sleep... and my mind, was wide awake.

I let my exhaustion take over, as I closed my eyes. I fell sleep.

 

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A few peaceful days as passed and I had enough time to fortify my new home. I have been on edge since day one, and only once did I have to leave to hunt.

I woke to the smell of smoke and automatically knew I had to go. The looters and bandits would be coming, passing by our farm on their way to the shores. But they always pass our farm.

I yawned and threw off the blanket. My mood turned sour when I though of returning to my 'home'. I frowned as I got my gear and started to dress.

I wore my hunting gear and had the sword placed perfectly on my hip. The bow and arrows on my back and a dagger in my boot. I looked like an actual warrior.

 

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Stepping outside I saw smoke whirling through the clouds in the horizon. It only took me a second to realize that my home was in that direction. Sighing once more, I started back towards the place I though I would never return to.

 

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I lay on the ground near the edge of the forest on a hill. This was Lovers Hill, my parents and their parents got married on this hill. A tear almost escaped from my eyes, then I realized that I was the last of our little town. As far as I know, I am the last alive.

~Who started this fire? It couldn't be the creatures... could it?~ I thought to myself as I slowly stood from my position. ~Wait a second...~ I looked toward my house, the barn was the only thing on fire.

I started into a run. Down the hill and over a fence. Through the pasture and over yet another fence. I slammed my body up against the wall of the house that was facing the opposite direction of the barn, and slowly peeked around the corner. I saw a horse tethered near the stairs to my house and there was sounds coming from inside.

I slowly stepped out from the edge and made my way to the stairs, avoiding looking at the blood stain near the horse's back feet. The horse was asleep, who ever this was has been here a while.

I went up the stairs and into my house. There was, what sounded like, a struggle and then I saw a young boy run down the second floor stairs and straight at me. There was a man running after him and had... a stick in his hand. I grabbed the boy and took my dagger out from my boot. I quickly grab the stick from the man and kick the back of his knees. As he falls to the ground I push him down further. Gently pressing the knife to his neck, making him lower his body to the ground, I draw just a drop of blood and narrow my gaze on him.

“Who are you?” I whispered angrily. When he didn't answer, I leaned my head toward his and asked again, “Who... Are... You?”

He didn't reply, and then I saw that the boy had picked up the stick and was about to whack the man. I grabbed it with my free hand and threw it outside, “Who are you people and why are you in my house!?” I could not hold it in any longer.

The boy came near me and held my arm, the man looked into my eyes as pressed the knife deeper, drawing more blood.

“I-” He stuttered. “I am-”

“Spit it out!” I yelled at him as a steady line of crimson red, flowed out from under the knife. “Or you will not not see the sun again.” I could feel his gulp against the knife and smiled in my head.

“I am-” He took a breath and quickly replied. “I am Gathra. Prince of this land.”

I studied him, and from the looks of it, he did seem like a prince. I mean how would I know if it was the prince of our lands when he never came to visit. I didn't even know what he looked like.

“Some prince you are.” I stood and led the boy outside, keeping me between him and the 'prince.' “How would I know if your the prince of our lands when I never saw the prince, or his lovely father.” You could hear the pure hatred emanating from my voice.

He opened his