The Golden Throne

Chapter 1

She was there. She was always there, but nobody knew. She always lurked in the shadows, not realising how dark and evil she looked, she always carried her stick-like candle, she had black hair, and always wore black clothes. Her name was Mishka.

As a small child, Mishka never known her dad, he had died in a car crash when she was 13 days old. 13 days and 13 minuets, exatly. Her mother never cared about her, she was always drunk. It got so bad that she had to go into care, a place in which she would never leave.

It was a normal day for Mishka, she got up, ate her breakfast, and went straight back up into her room to gaze out of her window, yet she did not know that what was about to happen would be so sinister that even her carers couldn't handle it....