It was night time.
She was told not to be out at night.
She didn't care.
So she left. After hours of walking, she turned back, growing tired of the sounds of he'd feet on the soil ground path. As she got closer she heard a very familiar sound. Demons. She got closer to her cottage, the sound got closer. The building came into view, she let out a whimper. The demons were there. The smell of smoke burning her nose. The tiny, worthless cottage, bursting at the seams with the demons loyal flames. Scared, she ran towards the empty well that he'd father kept his sword hidden in. She grabbed the sword, it's handle finally fitting perfectly into her palm. She ran. Far away from the burning building. To her new kingdom. Where horror was all that awaited all that denied her rule....
