Alana Ferguson  crept out of the house. She had to go see her best friend. The poor girl had been up all night, feeling dread. Like something was going to happen.

       Jaxon Ferguson woke up. He had a weird feeling. He dashed to the room beside his. It was where his daughter, Alana slept. There was no one in there, just a note on the door.
"Be home soon. Had an emergency. Love ya,  AF."

       Jaxon sighed and ran a hand through his long, fading sand colored hair. Today was the day. He was going drag his daughter to her death in front of everyone he knew, just for money. Things had been tough for him ever since Alana appeared on his door step in a gold weaved basket.

       The basket was beautiful, with its pale creamy cloth, surround by designs of woven gold. And his daughter was just as beautiful with her golden curls, and cobalt blue eyes.

       Jaxon shook his head and sighed once again. He heard the back door slam shut as his daughter cheerfully bounced in. She seemed excited. "Hey dad!" Alana smiled and ruffled through the fridge. Jaxon put on a weary smile. He would miss her cheerfulness when she was.. No. He couldn't think of the word.

      Knocking on the door snapped him out of his thoughts. He knew who it was, and he sent Alana to open the door.

         Long and sorrowful screams was heard as the guards beat Alana until she was unconscious. Jaxon flinched and walked beside the guards. When they reached the arena, Jaxon grabbed his daughter's arm and dragged her towards a guillotine. Alana chose this time to wake up. She screamed and struggled, sobbing her eyes out. "DAD?!? WHY?!"

      Alana gasped as she felt her dad let go of her arm. He collapsed to the ground beside her. A small girl was on top of him. She was no more than 15-16. Alana didn't even tell the girl thank you. She dashed out of the arena and took off towards another part of town. Once there, she stopped.

     "Phew... That was clos-" Alana stopped as a flame suddenly popped up in front of her. She almost yelped. Almost. She covered her mouth and watched the flame. It seemed like a trap. The flames were dancing north. Towards an Old Cathedral Alana's dad had told her ghost stories about. Her dad. Tears pricked the corner of her eyes thinking about him.

      Now determined to show everyone just how powerful and needed she was, Alana followed the flame.

            Little did she know....

Her adventure....

              Was just beginning...