Prologue
One tear fell from Misty's face. One tear that said it all. She stared at the casket, which lowered her mother into the ground. The cold, dark ground. A place she could never imagine her mother being. Her warm, happy mother who lit up a room as soon as she walked in. Her mother, who had the most beautiful laugh in the whole world. But that laugh was dead. And it wouldn't be coming back.
Misty suddenly remembered when her father had died as well. She was just barely 4 and that was a cold day, very similar to the one she was living now. Her father was just as amazing as her mother. He was handsome, and brilliant, and he was smart enough to meet Misty's mother.
Now all Misty had in the world was her evil stepfather. Her face still stung as she remembered his hand hitting her the day before. He was filled with frustration that Misty's mother had died. But not because he loved her, only because with her death, he was left alone to rule a kingdom he cared nothing about. Her stepfathers name was Marc-Anthony, and he was planning to do away with Misty as soon as possible.
"The poor little lass" thought Jesminda. Jesminda was Misty's lady-in waiting, but cared for the little girl just like a second mother. She knew what was going to happen to the little girl now that Master Marc-Anthony was left alone to rule. Misty was merely in the way of what he wanted most, and that was money, and power.
Misty gave Jesminda a quick squeeze on the hand. All she wanted was comfort. It was a cold day, and the wind pierced at Misty's heart. She was ready to go inside.
"Misty, come here one moment," Misty father spoke those words with his voice filled with rage, as if he were one step away from jumping off a cliff.
"You will be cast out of this house. No longer can I stand to look at your face. No one will address you as Princess Misty anymore. She has died along with the woman I once loved." He spit as he talked. His eyes were filled with rage, which scared the servants of the household.
"But kindest step-father, I am Misty. And you did not love my mother." The seven-year-old child was filled with anger, but terrified and meek as a mouse.
King Marc-Anthony of Athrogon struck his child for the very last time, and she fell to the ground, crying silently as he walked back into the house Misty would no longer called home.
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@uthors note: I DO NOT OWN SOME OF THE THINGS IN THIS STORY!!! I do own however, my characters, and my version of MY story!! I didn't put this be4 but now I am cuz I don't want to get sued or anything......... P.S- PLEASE REVIEW!! Reviews are like birthday presents! I jump up and down when I receive one!! ~Not really but that's not the point!!! I'm off!!
One tear fell from Misty's face. One tear that said it all. She stared at the casket, which lowered her mother into the ground. The cold, dark ground. A place she could never imagine her mother being. Her warm, happy mother who lit up a room as soon as she walked in. Her mother, who had the most beautiful laugh in the whole world. But that laugh was dead. And it wouldn't be coming back.
Misty suddenly remembered when her father had died as well. She was just barely 4 and that was a cold day, very similar to the one she was living now. Her father was just as amazing as her mother. He was handsome, and brilliant, and he was smart enough to meet Misty's mother.
Now all Misty had in the world was her evil stepfather. Her face still stung as she remembered his hand hitting her the day before. He was filled with frustration that Misty's mother had died. But not because he loved her, only because with her death, he was left alone to rule a kingdom he cared nothing about. Her stepfathers name was Marc-Anthony, and he was planning to do away with Misty as soon as possible.
"The poor little lass" thought Jesminda. Jesminda was Misty's lady-in waiting, but cared for the little girl just like a second mother. She knew what was going to happen to the little girl now that Master Marc-Anthony was left alone to rule. Misty was merely in the way of what he wanted most, and that was money, and power.
Misty gave Jesminda a quick squeeze on the hand. All she wanted was comfort. It was a cold day, and the wind pierced at Misty's heart. She was ready to go inside.
"Misty, come here one moment," Misty father spoke those words with his voice filled with rage, as if he were one step away from jumping off a cliff.
"You will be cast out of this house. No longer can I stand to look at your face. No one will address you as Princess Misty anymore. She has died along with the woman I once loved." He spit as he talked. His eyes were filled with rage, which scared the servants of the household.
"But kindest step-father, I am Misty. And you did not love my mother." The seven-year-old child was filled with anger, but terrified and meek as a mouse.
King Marc-Anthony of Athrogon struck his child for the very last time, and she fell to the ground, crying silently as he walked back into the house Misty would no longer called home.
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@uthors note: I DO NOT OWN SOME OF THE THINGS IN THIS STORY!!! I do own however, my characters, and my version of MY story!! I didn't put this be4 but now I am cuz I don't want to get sued or anything......... P.S- PLEASE REVIEW!! Reviews are like birthday presents! I jump up and down when I receive one!! ~Not really but that's not the point!!! I'm off!!