Prologue
Her footsteps made no sound as she glided along the slimy stonework of the dark Italian alleyway, the three-story windy buildings looming over her head. To most, they would seem intimidating in the haunting dark, but no to her. You see, she was on a mission and nothing would distract her from it.
She scowled as a drunk man stumbled into her path before gracefully stepping out of his way so as not to touch him, her heeled feet exposed to those around her for but a moment. She mustn't be seen, for she has a face of the likes of which one is most likely not to forget.
Her long curly dark locks, shine in the moonlight as she walked, and a pair of pale, elegant hands clutched the hood of her cloak gently to prevent it from falling and revealing her face as a strong breeze threatened to knock it out of its place. Her pace sped up slightly as she reached the town centre, the water of the fountain reflecting prettily against the shining moon and the clock tower letting out three ominous dongs to signal the arrival of midnight. The time had finally arrived, the time in which her life would be changed forever.