Myra Hawk (Canon Appearance)

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One of the 5 Protagonist of DarChronicles, Myra Hawk, the happy-go-lucky schoolgirl forced to become an Honorary Sacred Guard after her Dad was captured by the druglord Bermuda and assassins were sent after her.

Myra sat in class. She stared at the ticking clock on the wall above the teacher, who was dressed in traditional Monk robes. He wrote math problems on the chalkboard.

    Myra’s cheeks were puffed up as she leaned on her hand, resting her elbow on her desk. She swore the clock ticked backward. She heard humming from the lights as electricity poured through them, and noticed the wires going up the walls and hanging from the ceiling. She looked through the window and saw monks practicing martial arts in the courtyard.

    Stupid Daddy making me come to stupid school with stupid CJ and having to stay in stupid Fei’s City instead of going to the awesome Lotan Islands because of stupid Bermuda. Ooh, I’m so scared of the big bad Bermuda, let me tell you. She looked at the clock as it ticked backwards yet again. After shaking her head, she realized the clock went forward. His ship leaves at two in the afternoon. I can make it there, I know I can. I’m going on this adventure, and then Daddy will be so happy I showed up!

    Myra smiled as she imagined Bermuda wobbling side to side with a head too big for his body. He had Zak on his knees. Bermuda stepped on his staff, shattering it. Bermuda laughed and his belly shook, knocking him in the nose. He shook his head, cleared his throat, and pointed. “Zachary Hawk…you lose! Aw ha!” He took a deep breath. “Muhahahahahahahaha! Now nothing will stop my evil drugs from taking over the world!”

    In Myra’s fantasy, she entered the room. “Not so fast, Bermuda!” She pointed the golden-bladed sword in her left hand to Bermuda. “I’ll save my daddy and end your evil stupid drug empire!”

    “Oh, Myra, I knew you’d come. That’s why I prepared a trap just for you.” He laughed, shaking his big belly. Bermuda pulled a lever, opening a door, and a man walked out with a box of steaming hot donuts.

    Myra’s imaginary self gasped, dropping her blade. She grabbed her cheeks, her eyes turning to hearts. “Pink-frosted donuts! My one weakness! How did you know?”

    “Oh, I know everything,” Bermuda said.

    “How’s that?”

    Bermuda grinned. “Because I’m an evil genius.”

    “No.” Myra shook her head, returning her eyes to normal. “That won’t work on me!” She returned to reality as she clashed two pencils together at her desk, making dinging noises. She whispered under her breath and heard her teacher clear his throat.

    Myra’s eyes widened as she looked up, seeing the monk staring at her. “Done sword fighting, Myra?”

    The class laughed, her face turning red. She pulled her sweater over her face like a turtle diving into its shell.

    “Myra.” Her teacher raised his voice.

    She grumbled as she pulled her sweater down.

    The teacher tapped the chalkboard. “What’s the answer?”

    “Seventeen,” Myra spat out before rolling her eyes.

    The class laughed.

    The teacher sighed. “To CJ’s office.”

    As Myra walked out of the room she heard everyone going “ooh.” She walked through the hall. If I can just get to Pierre Port across the city, I can get on Dad’s ship. She entered the courtyard, passed by the monks throwing air punches, and stuck her tongue to her classmates.