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Prolouge

"Ysabella...leave me now. It's alright, darling. It's time." Her mother uttered her words as the people starts to barged inside their estate.
"No mother! I will not leave you here!" Her father had gone missing when she was three years old leaving her and her mother with a large gloomy estate.

The people started to enter their house and their servants were already gone, saving their lives from the hands of the people.

"Burn the witches!" an old man shouted outside. Shaking, she could see the lighted torch spreading around their house.

"Mother, we are not witch, are we?"

"We are not, my dear." Her mother said confidently.

"Then we must prove it to them. We will face them together, mother!"

"No, Ysabella! I will face them alone. Now go to the back door and leave.." her mother said as she handed her a leather bag. "Keep that safe. It's from your ancestors, their only treasure. Now, go! I love you, Ysabella." She was pushed by her mother to the backdoor to escape from the raging people. Before she could reply, her mother slam the door on her face.

Crying, she hurriedly ran away from their house, leaving her mother in the hands of death.