Game of the Night

Prologue

     A scream erupted through the brightly lit city. A crowd was gathered by a giant stage. A man stood on top of the stage, bloody sword in hand. The blood dripped onto the ground next to a headless man that laid on the floor. A little girl and her mother sat behind the headless man with horror struck faces. The little girl stared at the man. She had snow white hair and light pink eyes that framed a pale face. A black ragged dress hung off her and she looked to her mother who had tears in her eyes. She held her daughter close to her and hid her face as the girl stared at the body. Her eyes trailed up to the killer of the man before her. Her eyes filled with a rage that no little girl should ever hold. "You killed my father!" She yelled to the man who so happened to be the King of England. She got out of her mother's grip and stood and her hands were balled up in fists. The king turned to the little girl and a guard grabbed her. "Watch your tongue to your superiors or you'll be next to this traitor." Hissed the king and gestured his sword to the body. The girl glared at her king and he put his sword back in it's sheathe. 

     The guard that had a grip on the little girl and one that had grabbed her mother dragged them away off the stage and threw them to the ground. The mother immediately grabbed her child and held the pale girl in her arms until the guards and king were a safe distance from them. The mother stood up as did the little girl. She watched the king leave with fury in her eyes that could kill. "Oh my dear Octavia," spoke the mother and she looked down towards her daughter "at least it wasn't my little girl." She said and hugged her child. Octavia watched the stage at her dead father as the crowd dispersed. A man and woman walked up to Octavia and her mother and offered a place to stay till they could get on their feet. Octavia's mother happily agreed and they went to their temporary home.