Myth of The Broken Throne

PROLOGUE

A night sky, so dark that it felt too ominous. The forest seemed to be a labyrinth with no end. Each step seemed to take a little bit closer to the pits of hell.That's how they felt.Numerous footsteps echoed in the eerie silence of the dark forest as the coven of witches kept running from the danger behind. Their hearts were all out of breath but the urge to live a little longer was enough to keep them going.The youngest of them could nearly keep up with the rest. Her red hair was wet with all the sweat, clinging to her white paled face. But she kept running, following others.Soon they heard the footsteps behind.They were close...so close.The prey decided to hide as the predator neared and neared.She kept her hand on her mouth, trying to stop her erratic breathing. The wide tree though did nothing to hide her.She was scared as none of her other sisters were near.She was now alone.A strong hand took a hold of her red strands, and she screamed in agony."It's the little one."