He is dying. He is dying and I can't do anything about it. I am useless, I am a nonentity, a nothing. Blood is dripping down his torso, down his black shirt and pale skin as they carry him out of the room. My mother stares down at my tears with a look of disgust and my father has a blank look as he puts away the murder weapon. My Chandelure hovers over me with a frown, as if she is mourning with me. What have I done? How could I let this happen?

"Take her to her chambers" my mother's voice booms. Anita, the maid, steps out from the shadows and hastily lifts me up from the floor and takes me to my room.

"Shh, darling, please don't cry." she says, "It's alright, it's alright"

"No it isn't" I whisper. Anita sighs and gently pushes me into my room. I lay in my bed, silently crying into my sheets. I would get revenge.

Soon...

~o~

Most people do not know the secrets that the world hides. But I do. So everyday I pretend I don't, pretend I haven't seen the darkness in the world full of light. But I have, and I cannot erase the darkness from my mind. The burden weighs down on me and I am sinking down into the earth, into my sadness. Today, I will use my sadness and turn it into anger and then use that anger for my revenge.

Wanda walks in through the door silently with stealth. She can't help it, it is just the way she is. Wanda is apart of the dark royalty. It was a complicated family tree, but somehow we are relatives. Usually, we see each other during the annual ball, but today, I am seeing her for another reason. She has come to help me avenge him. His unjust murder that I refuse to leave unpunished. Wanda has a way of blending in, despite her odd appearance, so no one takes notice of her large black bag.

"I've got everything you asked for" she says in a hushed whisper and I nod. Inside that bag is a Murkrow's feather, a pearl from a Misdreavus, and an Alakazam's spoon. These are the supplies needed to bring back the dead.

"Thank you" I say while holding out my had for her to pass me the bag.

Wanda hesitates for a moment before handing me the bag as discretely as she can, "I want to help"

"What!" I exclaim, but no one pays much attention, perhaps they are used to it. Although I only see Wanda a few times a year, she is my favorite relative. She is not weighed down by the darkness in the world like everybody else is. Like I am. She is only thirteen and still has that youthful innocence I crave. There is still some baby fat on her cheeks and that glimmer in her eyes.

"It's okay. I know what I'm getting myself into" she says with a wide smile that makes me want her to stay out of this even more. But I know that there is no use fighting against her, she is persistent. She always has been, so with a sigh of defeat, I say yes.

"Meet me at the subway station tomorrow at three. We need to go to Kiloude city." I whisper before getting up. Wanda excitedly gets up from her seat and practically skips out.

What have I begun?