Myra was sitting through a boring lesson. It was like the scholars knew how to drone on and on and on in monotone voices. She was doodling on her scrape paper. Not really listening to the tutor. In fact she stopped listening to him five minutes into the lecture. She was bored. So bored. Bored out of her mind. Then an impish idea jumped into her mind. Yes. That would be the perfect way to escape her lessons. She didn't want to learn more about the history of magic. She already knew it. She didn't care about her ancestory...she already knew about it. She knew her descent down the family line of morgan le faye. She already knew how to use elemental magic. She knew all this. She didn't care to learn dark arts. She didn't care to learn healing magic. She was happy knowing what she knew. She knew herbal healing. That was all that had been necessary.<br/><br/>Once the idea sparked into her mind she moved her quill type pen across the paper. She began to draw the pentagram. She began to draw into it ancient symbols that represented what she wanted to happen. She couldn't chant anything so she had to do it the way her father had taught her. Through mental thought and blowing the magic from the written spell. She was writing into the paper through carefully drawn symbols what she wanted to happen. Once every single line was drawn and shaded in with a hundred percent accuracy. She leaned over like she was studying the paper full of pretend notes. She began saying the spell in her mind.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Flashing fires and exploding lights. This here dance of heat and clashing of brights. Come forth the lighted flames of eternity.</span>With that she blew her magic through her lips and the spell flew off the page in a flying almost invisible sparkling dust. When it came in contact with the tutor's desk and items it exploded in flashes of bright lights much like fireworks and began setting things on fire. Catching the tutor off guard. In a rush to save things he turned his back to her. She ducked out of her seat. Crawled just out of line of view. At the door she jumped up and ran out. her skirt flowing around her as she ran. Laughing as it had worked like a charm. It had so snapped that tutor out of his boring droning lecture. AND...it got her out of there. It was harmless and in fact the fire died out as soon as she was gone. Minimal burn damage involved.<br/><br/>She turned a candlestick and a secret passageway opened up. She slipped into it. Turning the torch handle inside. It slid back into place. She giggled then fell quiet. Sneaking through the many twists and turns of this secret passageway. She knew all of the twists and turns like the back of her hand. She had taken many years  as a child exploring and learning where they came out. The next three lefts would take her to the small shed by the stables. SHe would grab her horse there. Escape out into the pasture lands. She wanted to have fun. She wasn't wearing her circlet...agian. This was a common occurance with her. Very unprincesslike but she didn't care. If people knew she was a princess, like most did, she would never make a real friend. That is what she wanted to do more than anything...make a real friend. Make a friend who wouldn't stop treating her normal just because they learned she was a princess.<br/><br/>Speaking of which...this was the second left turn. She kept walking. She didn't even need torches anymore. She knew based on when she felt the corners form. She smiled and looked at the glowing moss. She had helped that moss grow with water moisture over the years. Final left  turn. She pressed on a wood board and pushed it out of the way. It moved something over and she was able to slide the hidden wooden door open by sliding it into the wall some. Slipping out into the shed. Pulling the door shut again. Moving out of the way as the grinding started and the shelf pushed itself back into place. She hid by a bushel of hay when the stable hand opened the door.<span style="font-style: italic">Go away go away. Shoo. Shoo stable boy. Go away.</span>She thinks to herself. Hoping her mental urging would somehow get him to move. She stayed crouched and hidden by the bushel of hay. Finally...after what felt like forever...the stable hand closed the shed door after exiting.<br/><br/>She got up and looked around. Slipping through and grabbed her horses saddle. She might not even use it but for purposes sake grabbed it. She opened the shed door. Slipping out and shut it. Sneaking over to the stable and slipped inside. She went over to her stallion and stroked his head. Setting the saddle down. "How are you Dez?" She asked in a soothing voice. Petting him then picked up the saddle. Gently putting it on him. "Ready to ride like the wind boy? I am. Soon as I get you all ready to go." She patted his nose lightly. "My strong boy." She said with a light giggle. She had it up and put one foot into the saddle then swung her leg up and over. Her mother had always scolded her about riding like a man but she didn't care. It was easier and she didn't feel about to roll off into the ground whatever type it happened to be. She touched the saddle and pressed her legs into his side. "Lets ride Dez!" She cried out. At her command the horse broke off into a gallop. Bolting from the stables and making the stable boys have to scramble to get out of the way.<br/><br/>She laughed as it was exhilerating and thrilling. Freeing in a way. She moved her hands to the horse's mane fully. Holding on gently but firmly. Once they put the castle far far behind them she slowed him down. "Thats was fun. Don't you think so Dez?" He nickered and she laughed. "Thought so. You always love breaking out of that stable with me on board." She laughed a bit more. She petted her horses man then just held on. Slowing him further to an easy stepping pattern. Slow and steady wins the race.<br/><br/>She felt a ripple of magic in the air suddenly...that was odd. There was no magic in the pasture. It was an area of normality. Turning her horse a  bit by leaning on the saddle. Heading in that direction. She blinked as she saw a figure heading her way. Maybe she should of taken that guard Briant. Nah. She could handle herself. She wanted to be seen as normal. The horse nickered again. "Hmm?" She looked ahead. The male was coming into view. She tilted her head to the side. What odd clothing he wore. She blinked. The landscape around them was lush and green. Thicker in places that hadn't been eaten by the animals such as horses, goats and mules.<br/><br/>She stopped her horse and slid down off the saddle. Pushing her dress down as she did so in order to not flash her satin panties at the guy. The mere thought brought a flush to her cheeks. He looked...foreign. Or something. She looked at him Holding onto Dez's side. He nickered unsure what to think of this stranger. In his mind the male smelled...strange. He wasn't sure he liked his scent. His ears swiveling as he wasn't sure he liked this male. Wasn't sure what to make of him. If he could truly convey these thoughts as more than nickering to his human then he would have done so as he is weird. I'm not sure I like this odd ball male.<br/><br/>She moved a bit more forward. Smiling at the strange male. Staying with a hand touching the horse's side. "Hello Stranger." She said with a warm and kind tone. Her voice gentle and soft. Soothing and angelic. Holding tones of curiousity and surprise. She looked him over. "My name is Myra. What is your name?" She got a puzzled looked. "Why do you wear such strange clothing?" She asked before she could stop herself. She covered her mouth with a gasp. That might have seemed a bit rude. She flushed a bit. "I'm sorry. I meant no offense I've just never heard of or seen such clothing before." Refering mainly to his jeans. "If you are new here or hungry I know of a place that would be more than happy to give you a place to stay and something to eat." She said in a sweet voice. Her eyes sparkling like diamonds or midnight stars with twinkles of curiousity about this male before her.