Daughter of Death (Book 1)

A figure suddenly appeared in the dim moonlight as if he or she just suddenly popped out from the ground or somewhere but that didn't matter.

The person walked cautiously around whatever the place is, checking their watch every few second.

"They should be here in a few seconds." The person murmured. Sure enough, three people emerged from the shadow

They trembled a bit

"Elena Gerrald, Frank Thomas and Chantelle Omar." The hooded figure said, standing motionlessly

"W-What do you want f-from us?" Frank stutters

"The same thing that you guys took away from me." The person's voice was soft but firm.

"I d-don't know-w what you're t-talking about." Chantelle nervously laughs

"Or do i?" He or she pulled out a globe (Like those rip off fortune tellers at fairs). The inside had swirls of gold, blue, white and black. An image appeared

"T-thats not u-us. Your sphere is l-lying" Elena trembled. "W-we were at-t a friend-d's house!"

The figure raised an eyebrow. "And you think that will make me believe you? Is your friend also in it?"

"N-no! N-never." Chantelle cried

From beneath the hood, the Three Lying Musketeers saw something evil flicker in the eye. The person smirked. "You've wasted enough of my time proving yourselves wrong. Sleep tight, goodbye." And with that, the three dropped dead on the ground and vanished into ashes.

Up until then did the figure finally take off her hood.

It was a girl, no older than 17.

She smiled an evil smile and whispered. "Soon, everybody will know my name." And disappeared into thin air