December 12th, 1828
The ripped dress flowed behind her as she ran. The darkness crept onto her, trying to grab her and pull her back into it. She ran faster, not allowing it to touch her. She came to a dead end, the cement wall acting as a barrier between her and freedom. The darkness approached quickly, destroying everything in it's path, leaving only a trail of black. She pushed against the wall, trying to break it into pieces so she could escape, but she was locked in.
The darkness forced it's way onto her, as a blood-curling scream escaped her lips. She was trapped. The darkness quickly disappeared as the two guards ran into the alley, but nothing was left of the princess, except the white dress that lay in a heap of fabric on the floor.
The guards searched the area, they never found her.
What they didn't know, though, she was there.
Only she was a shadow princess.
