PROLOGUE

A shrill scream broke the silence of the night, then came after the sound of shattering glasses. In the corner of a grandiose dark room there curled up a girl, shivering in fear and hugging herself with her hands bleeding because of shattered glasses. She grabbed a handful of her hair and screamed again, she picked up a shard of her broken mirror and threw it away from her, not minding her already bleeding hands.

Her mind clouded with voices of ghosts and demons that haunt her very being. The ghosts of her past. No matter how much she covers her ears or tried to drown these voices with her shrill screams it echoes so loud it drives her to the end of her wits.

The reflection of Morrigan’s angelic face now distorted with the shattered glasses all over her pristine marble floor. Her white nightgown smeared with her own blood, the gown that used to be the color of snow now tainted with blotches of blood. She violently swept the frame of her broken mirror away from her, creating a loud thud further disturbing the silence of her grand room. Her labored breathing became even heavier, shutting her eyes and covering her ears. 

The voices inside her head keep on growing louder and louder.  There's no way to drown it with any noise she tried. Her throat already feels dry. 

“Go away!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. Her voice is hoarse. “Go away!” 

Kicking violently, swaying around that one corner with her feet stepping over the broken glasses. These shards slowly sank deep into her feet but Morrigan is too numb to feel it. Slowly sinking in one corner all she can do is hug herself as tears and sweat started to flow down her beautiful face. 

“You’re all dead, why don’t you leave me alone!” That was not an inquiry but rather an order to something, someone who cannot be seen. Order for these invisible creatures to leave her alone, that them leaving will give peace to all. Order to these voices that mocks her to go away and let her live in peace.

Blood drips down her arm soaking the sleeves of her nightgown with her own blood. Morrigan’s eyes are bloodshot with traces of fear and anguish evident to her chestnut-colored eyes. Her anger slowly stirred inside of her. 

They turned her to who she was right now, she thought. She’s the monster they made, and she was also their downfall. In her mind, these voices in her head that continue to haunt her should have known what kind of monster they are slowly turning her to be. They should have expected that in her hands they will meet their demise.

She’s the monster no one expected her to be, but no one knows what happened behind the tall walls and the closed gates of the palace. What they did to her turned her to be this way, she didn’t want to, she was rather forced to become one. 

If she didn't it was her demise that will be inevitable.

No amount of screaming shied away from the voices inside her head, they only got louder that Morrigan cannot think of anything anymore. Her whole body numb already, her hand and feet still bleeding but she didn’t seem to mind that her porcelain skin now has a stream of blood that tainted her. Hoisting the skirt of her flowy nightgown, further staining it with her blood, she reached to her bed and pulled out a dagger under her pillow. 

“I said go away!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, stabbing the already broken frame of her mirror further shattering the glasses attached to it. Her tears stream down her face non-stop, cold sweats trickling down her forehead. Her eyes fiery with fear and anger as she stares at the broken mirror lying on the floor. 

When the voices in her head started to fade away, her knees had gone weak and her body collapsed above the shards of glasses under her feet. Not minding the broken glasses that are now cutting and piercing her legs she picked up the largest shard she can reach. 

Staring back at her is the same chestnut eyes that are full of fear. Her pale face is half covered by her raven hair but the streaks of gray hair on her could easily catch the attention of many. “They’re gone…” She whispered silently, a smile drawing on her beautiful face. The smile slowly turned into a giggle, eventually to sophisticated laughter, then to a shrilling maniacal laugh that could make one's hair rise. 

“Of course! They’ll be gone, they’re dead! I killed them all.” Her eyes went to the dagger that remained piercing the frame of her mirror. “I killed them all with my own hands. They can’t do anything to me, I’m their queen.”

She reached out to her dagger and pulled it out of the frame. Looking at her reflection from the dagger. “Yes, I’m their queen, no one will dare hurt me again.” She maniacally laughs while stumbling to stand up. She sat on the edge of her bed. Her eyes wandered around her grandiose room, then coming back to the broken shards below her. 

“No one will dare mock me, no one will dare to look down on me… I’m their queen.” She says as she hugs her legs and rests her head on her knees. Rocking herself back and forth. Repeating her words in hush whispers. 

No one knows this side of her, no one knows about the insanity of Morrigan, and no one will even dare to know this side of her. One can only imagine what insanity can do. 

Morrigan continues to rock herself back and forth on the edge of her bed as she stares at the luminous moon outside of her window. A sly smile drawing on her lips. 

“I’m their queen…” She repeatedly whispers.