From Oaks To Pines - An Inheritance Cycle Fanfic

Chapter 1: Waking Up Was A Bad Idea

Chapter 1: Waking Up Was A Bad Idea

A/N: This is my very first attempt at fan fiction and I really hope you like it. Suggestions, constructive criticisms are most welcome. Let me know if you find typos and/or grammatical errors.

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Myra's POV

I opened my eyes and saw dim sunlight filtering through the dense canopy above me. It was early morning; the fresh dew on the grass I lay on told me so. For a split second I was comforted to see the forest around me but then I realised these weren't the forests that surrounded my cabin on the outskirts of New York.

Instead of oaks, birches and beeches I was being watched over by pine trees. Huge pines too. The dark green color of pine needles occupied my vision. All I could smell around me were pines.

Where the hell am I?

My head started throbbing painfully as soon as I lifted my head and tried to get up. I fell back twice trying to get up. Clearly the ground had fallen in love with me and didn't want to let me go. Neither did the fallen pine needles as they stuck to my hair.

While I waited for the pain in my head to stop I decided to make my hands useful and started to remove twigs, dirt and of course, pine needles from my hair and clothes.

The throbbing finally dulled and I looked around me. My rucksack and guitar case were by my feet. I was in unfamiliar surroundings and seeing my trusty old rucksack and my beloved guitar was a relief. I tried to remember the night before but I drew a blank.

I considered the probability of going to some wild frat party and maybe taking drugs by mistake but my immune system could easily fight that. Being a werewolf is awesome like that.

The other explanation that came to me was kidnapping. But then, why would a kidnapper leave their victim out in the open? Apart from my head, nothing hurt and neither were there signs of wear and tear.

I unzipped my blue rucksack and started to rummage through it to see what all I had the good sense to store in it. Maybe the contents would help me recollect the night before.

In the front zip, nestled among what seemed like a hundred chocolate wrappers, was my iPhone in its Avengers case. Never before had I been more grateful for that cuboidal metal device. I guess waking up among gigantic sweet smelling trees does that to you.

As much as I wanted to envelope my ears in my electric blue Beats headphones and get lost in the hits by Stone Sour, Pink Floyd, Eagles and Breaking Benjamin, I couldn't. I needed all my senses on high alert in this pine paradise.

First, however, I checked the date and time. According to my phone, it was a Tuesday on the 20th of September and the time was 5:21 a.m. Yup, I must have been on my way to the city. How exactly I got so far up north to be surrounded by pines was a mystery.

I went on going through the zips and pockets and patted myself for always keeping a variety of stuff in there. A lot of it was the general junk you'd expect to find with a 67 year old doing very well at pretending to be a 23 year old music-loving, future journalist; a thick journal, almost drained laptop, pens of pretty much every colour, magazines, books, travel guides to places I'd never been and probably never will, drumsticks with my initials on them, empty water bottle, Pringles, M&Ms, and obviously, a whole lot of Hershey's chocolate bars.

But there were some essential essentials too. Like my hair brush, a few changes of clothes and petroleum jelly. I've never liked the colourful lip balms which never last the 6 hours they claim to.