Prologue
Cora’s POV
It all happened before January 5, 20XX. It was a regular day. Spending time with friends, making more designer outfits, and sketching anything that sticks out to me. My older brother warned me to not get myself involved but I didn’t listen. I only wanted to help. I wanted to know the truth behind Greyson Storm. I only got more questions, I failed many people, and I failed myself. I couldn’t protect him. If I didn’t get involved he would still be living. I look at the photographs of the people that showed me so much in this world. I may never see them again. The door opens and someone who I despise comes in. She grins knowing full well that she won the war that no one knew even started.
“They’re waiting, XXXXXXXXXXXX,” she says. I hate that title they give me. Brings back awful memories. I stand up and start walking towards the closed doors behind me, while she follows from behind.
“Can’t keep them waiting, can we?” I open the doors and what waits outside is another horror that I wish I could escape from.
