Ok Hi guys I'm Beeni and this is my VERY FIRST FIC, so plz go easy on me. I'm sorry if I have any spelling or punctuation errors, I will definitely try my best to have as little as possible. also I am open to any suggestion or comment, so feel free to give me a buzz at any time u like! Ok, now to get on with the story!

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Beeni.

Darkness consumed me as I fell onto my bed, that is, if you could actually call it a bed. But I couldn't get to sleep. I was a serving girl, nothing special, and getting to sleep became harder and harder as my bed thinned.

Although one day I did wish to be parted from these walls that I have been bound to all my life, for now all I can do is wish for a saviour.

A sudden cold gust of wind entered through the open window of my quarter. The small room only consisted of a bed made of hay and dry leaves and two pairs of neatly folded clothes for me to change into in the corner. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.

You see, my name is Max, short for Maximum Ride. I am the long lost daughter or a dead king, whose kingdom and people had been killed by the very man I worked for now. Mother and I had been the only ones to survive the attacks at the time, and were caught trying to escape from the castle walls. The emperor had taken us in as servants to set an example to others about his wealth and power. Mother however had died five years ago, sick and helpless in bed, with no one to look after her.

I mentally cringed at the memory, feeling tears run down my face. I open my eyes and looked around, it had started raining outside and large puddles of water had begun to form on my bedroom floor. I quickly grabbed a rag from my bead and soaked the water up , but more and more started coming in as the rain got heavier.

I sighed and looked down, feeling tears well up in my eyes as I remembered my mother. When she had been alive, we would sit down on my bed that we had shared and she would tell me stories of people getting their happy endings, giving me the hope that one day maybe I myself would be free again like I once had been.

The day she died, I had cried myself to sleep. One of the guards keeping watch at the time had seen me and had started teasing me. Pushing me around the room and telling me to toughen up.

I had spent many days like that, being pushed around, but then I decided that nothing was going to come of crying over what had occurred, but at least I had the power to even remotely shape what was to come. That night I had decided that I would never cry again. I had decided that from that day on, I would conceal my emotion and never let the guards take advantage of it. Because I know mum would have told me to stay strong.

I was interrupted from my trail of thought with the sound of thunder crashing down. I looked down to see that the puddle had formed yet again.

As I was about to look up, I caught my reflection in the water. My dirty blonde hair and dark chocolaty eyes were a mess. I had dirt all over my face and my mouth was set in a straight line, as always.

I looked away and got up to close the window. At one stage I could barely reach the window, but in the past few years, I had grown immensely and now, closing the window had become a piece of cake.

Once again I grabbed the rag from the floor and drain the water out of it in the far corner of the room, away from my bed. Then I bought it back and cleaned the rest of the water on the floor.

By the time I was done, I was so tired that as I fell onto my bed again, I didn't notice that the layer of hay and leaves was as thin as paper, or the fact that I had nothing to cover myself with. All that mattered to me was that I was alive and on this note I fell into deep sleep, unaware of the man that had entered my room.

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this chapter was just a starter, to get the mood going on the context of the story. i hope it was too boring, though it was necessary! :S

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Beeni