Prologue
"I didn’t expect to see you here…” she said to the shadowy figure.
“That’s because you shouldn’t be here Mitzi”
“Where? In my own village?” her walnut eyes turning a glowing charcoal black. Wisps of black and grey fog began to conceal her starting at her feet.
“You and your phantom friends took everything from me!” She pointed at the blaze that was once her village, “You expect me to stay in the castle and just watch?”
Her ebony shoes lift away from the scorched earth. The figure started slowly retreating back into the gloom and smoke. Mizti shot an emerald green psychic ball from the tip of her finger. It was just a speck light and she thought she hit, but the figure had already disappeared. She kicked the ground in defeat. She swore to herself that she would have her vengeance. And that’s when she realized that she would devote all of her life to hunting the shadows down.
