Cold. That’s how I felt, trapped in that dark, dark cell. Cold and alone. I’ve gotten myself into another fine mess. Way to go Alyona. Way to go. Drip, drip, drip. The frozen ice was finally melting. I rushed towards it, pulling out my silver patera. Drip, drip, drip. It was going way too slow for me. I crawled over back to my corner and hugged my knees, letting my head lean against the cold, hard, wet brick wall. I closed my eyes, imagining my life before. When I didn’t have to worry about anything. When I was a Mortal. I was a rich mortal. I was going to a private school. Wait. Let me rephrase that. A private academy. Yes, I know. It sounds so fancy. And it was. It had the grand halls, the ball rooms, the chandeliers. We had assigned ball partners and everything. It was horrible. I absolutely love this life better than my Mortal one. In this life, i’m myself. In this life i’m wild. In this life i’m free. I’ve never ever EVER been as free as I am now. Of course, I also did love my life as a Mortal. I had two best friends. Maximus (Max) and Celeste (Cel). They were the funniest. Just a couple days ago, actually, they were arguing about—
click, clack, click, clack. I heard her before I saw her. Her million dollar shoes clicking and clacking down the crumbling stone of the stairs. Next came her legs, long and tan. Too tan. Way too tan. Then I saw her navy blue suit, maybe from Chanel or Tommy Hilfiger. Her neck was bedazzled with diamonds and gold, silver and platinum. At last, I saw her face. On it, was plastered a huge, evil smile. She had fair skin, like me. Her eyes were blue, the color of jeans. Only they didn’t have any light in them. As if she had no soul. Which she didn’t. Her lips were big and full, with tons of tons of dark red matte lipstick. Her teeth were white, straight, and perfect. It was so strange, the fact that her legs were a different shade than her face. Other than that, she was beautiful. She could fool you into believing that she’s good. But she’s not. She’s as evil as the devil. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought the Satan was her son. But I did know better, so I knew that Satan was her father.
“Hello, Alyona.” Her voice was thick with a British accent, although she wasn’t British. Guess their accent sorta stuck to you. I glared at her.
“I have some bad news. As much as you love it here in your royal suit, your wedding is in a week, and there is a lot to be done.”