The Will of Chrysanthemum Maysere

Hi, I am Tania Walter, and I was three years old when I was kidnapped to do the bidding of Chrysanthemum Maysere. It started when I was in a small, suburban house in California.

"Whaz for dinner, mommy?" I said in that little cute kid voice I had. Mommy smiled. "Chicken noodle soup, your favorite." I danced around the kitchen saying," Yay, Yay, chicken noodle soup!" Then the ground shuttered and started shaking. "Mommy! Da ground iz shakin!" Mom grabbed my hand and pulled me under the table. "Earthquake." she whispered. Then the windows shattered and a blue mist came crawling in the room. Mom's eyes grew, " Not now!" she whispered and the lights shut off. I could hear mom's and my heavy breathing. A cold laugh echoed through the room. "You can't hide from us, Walter. Chrysanthemum needs a new body." Mom stepped out, " Don't take her, take me, but not my daughter." I could hear her voice breaking, she was crying. "No" said the voice simply and I heared a gunshot. My hands got a wet warm feeling. I looked at my hand and my eyes grew wide. Blood. That was when I knew my mom had died. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. "Where are you, Tania?" A hand grabbed my arm from under the table. "There you are." Then I did what most little kids would have done. I screamed. Then a hand slapped me. I felt a knife against my cheek cutting into my skin. "Shut up you little brat. I felt someone hit my head and I fainted. 

I woke up in a dark room with my arms tied up and a gag in my throat. It tasted horrible. I started crying and screaming as much as I could with a gag. An old lady appeared in front of me. "This is my new body? It looks like shit, but it will have to do." she then opened her mouth, a black mist pouring out of it and the body turned lifeless. The mist headed toward me. I kept screaming and someone held a knife against my neck," Shut up" he breathed and I instantly I shut up. They removed my gag and I shut my mouth. Then he grabbed my jaw and forced it open so wide I started crying. The mist went inside my mouth. I felt the mist diminish a part of my soul. "No! Her soul is too strong I can not control it, I'm just her conscience!" I heard myself say. "Then we will just have to make her." said the man. He lifted up my chin with his knife. "You hear that girly? If you don't follow Mistress Chrysanthemum we will punish you." I started crying again. 

Looking back on how this whole thing started, I didn't know why it happened. Why did they choose me? Now lets go to the interesting part, lets skip ahead 8 years.