This is a Novel I am writing and I think I should post it on scratch so... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~February~ Prologue~ In the beginning, she had nothing. Her earliest memory was the scent of smoke and the eerie glow of flames licking the crumbling walls of the only home she ever knew. Her mother, whose gentle hands once soothed her nightmares, was stolen from her in a single, senseless act—an arson attack that left the tiny girl motherless at just two years old. Her father was nothing more than a fading rumour: a shadow who had fled from responsibilities. She grew up in the cracks of the city, surviving on scraps and the kindness of strangers. Her world shrank to a narrow, rain-soaked alley, so dark that daylight seemed like something imagined. The tattered, filthy clothes clinging to her skin were a poor shield against the biting cold. Yet, she was not alone. Clutched to her chest was a baby boy with midnight blue eyes—the only family she had left. He was barely ten months old, his cheeks round and soft, his tiny hands curling around her fingers, searching for comfort she could barely give. On the day the men in white came, the sky was a dull, oppressive gray. Their arrival was sudden; the screech of tires and the gleam of a polished black limousine slicing through the silence. They descended upon the alley like ghosts, their faces impassive, their movements efficient. They took the boy first. He screamed, a piercing wail of terror and confusion, his little arms flailing desperately toward her. She lunged after him, but strong hands held her back. The baby’s cries echoed as he vanished behind the dark glass of the limousine, leaving her arms painfully empty. “Miguel!” the girl sobbed, her voice raw with anguish. Tears traced muddy tracks down her cheeks as she struggled in the iron grip of the man holding her. “Por que?” she pleaded, her voice trembling, her eyes searching his face for an answer. “Why are you doing this?”
“Like hell I know, Princess,” the man replied with a crooked smirk. “The boss asked for you two, and who am I to question his motives?” He shoved her into the car, the scent of leather and unfamiliar cologne overwhelming her senses. The door slammed shut, sealing her fate as the man limbered in after her. The alley—the only thing she’d ever called home—disappeared, replaced by the cold, uncertain future waiting beyond the tinted windows. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ More coming soon!!
