Prologue

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She stared at him from the dark corner while he chuckled. "See this is what happens. I'm a Nightmare! This is what happens when you take everything from me." She was in the dark corner, beaten, bruised, and silent. Her once shimmery dress, now ripped and torn upon the stone floor. "You forget. The darker it is, the brighter the light."

He rolled his eyes, sitting on his golden throne. "That silly prophecy. It's been 100 years." She said nothing. Only quietly sat in the corner. Suddenly she burst into flames, vanishing with nothing but scorch marks left. He sat there on his throne, annoyed about the prophecy. But deep down both of them knew he was terrified.

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