Prologue - 14 Years Ago

This is the beginning of where a slavory placed. Read and find out.

     With confidence in his eyes Milar (Me - lare) throws down his hand of cards. Peering up at him are three Jacks and and Ace. Then, the shadowed figure, the terror of all terrors, slams his deck down on the table making Milar jump almost completely out of his chair.

     "Read it and weep," the figure maked by the shadows chuckles.

     Milar peers over at the upfaced cards. A hand of all Kings smirk in his face. Milar shakes his head in astonishment and disbelief.

     "No, not my heart and soul," he whispers under his breath.

     Loud cackles rumble and boom all around the room and suddenly they stop. The air surrounding Milar become still and cold, like death on a human's body.

     "She's mine now, Milar. You wanted a dual and you lost. She is now under my control," says the figure.

     The stale hot air from the figure flows around his neck and into his brain. 

     Milar dare not move or face his winning opponent fearful for not his fate, but his daughter's. 

     "What is her name, Milar?" 

     "Mira, (My - ra)," Milar whispers under his breath.

     The air begins to move once again as the figure swiftly walks around the room.

     "Mira," he hisses with dark compassion.  

Author's Note

This I hope is catchy enough. I'm sorry if it's not.