Mirth

Prologue

I once ventured into a land called Mirth.

Like its name, laughter was everywhere. The beautiful clouds were white and fluffy, allowing the golden sun to shine brightly down on this glorious Kingdom. The trees were tall, strong, and healthy; displaying dark and light green leaves in all different shades, proudly.

Even behind my closed eyes, I can still feel the warmth of the breeze, beckoning me to return. I sink into the memories, the soft grass beneath my bare feet, reminding me of where I am.

The people there were of all shapes and sizes, yet that didn’t matter to them, they didn’t care about their differences or their looks, they were simply content to be happy.

Every year they celebrated their annual festival of freedom, contentment, glee, and thankfulness. They celebrated for it had not always been that way, for I was born there, not at a time of peace, but of war.

I knew the golden pastures by heart, and I did my chores joyfully in my young years. I did not know the future, and though I am alive today, and Mirth survived the battle, I wish I hadn’t fought.

Some days I wish I died on the battlefield with the people I love, my people. And I guess I did die on that field, at least a part of me did. I hear my door open, and a small child with bouncing brown hair runs toward me.

“Auntie, Auntie! Tell me a story! Please?” She clings to my long skirts with a firm grip, and I gently lift her up on my lap.

“And which do you choose, my love?” I respond, pulling her hair away and out of her eyes. She stares at me, her eyes penetrating my heart with such innocence.

”Tell me yours,” she earnestly looks up into my eyes, and her precious expression falls away as I shake my head.

“When you are older, love,” she sighs, and an upset sound escapes past her full lips, yet it is fleeting and she’s quick to pick another.

“The one of the princess, please Auntie?!” I smile down at her, nodding in agreement.

“In a land called Mirth, their lived for kings, with four kingdoms, and a powerful magic within each royal bloodline in order to protect each kingdom. Five hundred years was nothing to the people of Mirth, for they lived thousands. However because of this, children were rare, multiple were miracles.” I begin, but I know, deep in my eyes, if one looked hard enough, they would find that the stories I told were true.

Title: Mirth

Written By: Kiara Hill

Genre: Fiction Fantasy

Age Range: 12+

Estimate Word Count: this book will have an estimate word count of 60,000 words or more— almost completed.

Target Audience: Young Adult

Education: Highschool Student

Hometown: Near Springfield, MO

Bio: I have always loved writing! I come from a large family of 9 which has now grown now to 11, and I doubt will stop growing! I enjoy long distance running, and it always clears my head to pace a short distance outside on a cold day….

I love my home church, my friends, and traveling— yes— lots and lots of traveling!!

My free time is filled with writing, reading— (Keeper of the Lost Cities over and over again)— and if you get me on the topic of books… make sure you’re comfortable!!!

Experience: I rarely enter my works for fear of a scam— and I can’t seem to tell which competitions and publishers will be best!

Writing Style: I naturally write 1st Person, Present. although I learned to write 3rd person, present and past, in my younger years!

Why My Project Would Be a Good Fit: I’ll be honest, I don’t know exactly what you’re looking for. but, my book is a work in progress! It’s about characters who press onto the truth, antagonists who fight for themselves, and crazy back stories of why everyone does what they do. There’s romance, adventure, fear, hope, all entwined into a fantasy world where dreams can easily turn to nightmares, and nightmares reality.

So if you’re looking for a book that’s captivating from the beginning, is filled with an adventure on every page (Cause let’s just be honest, I‘ll get bored writing it if there wasn’t) and tells a story of hope, fear, and love— then this book is for you!

Synopsis: Etoile, my main character, is confronted with a harsh adventure that none have survived. She will have to go to each kingdom, protected by a mere bodyguard, uniting each for her king. If she succeeds, she will become queen, but if she doesn’t she will die.

However, she’s confronted with memories and powers that makes things not as they seem. Should she unite the kingdoms and become queen? WI’ll she perish like all who have gone before her? Or is it perhaps, the things are not as they seem. Is there an evil waiting in the darkness for the moment to strike?