Chapter 1: The Painting
As a young girl, I (Miranda Mirro) was always intrigued by fairy tales.
I had this vision counterlocked in my mind that if I pursued dreaming of castles and knights in shining armor, my innermost dreams would become realtiy. Unfortunatley, while on the path to true love, I made a mistake. One that I will always regret, and one that I made over and over again. I made this error at least Thirty times. Little did I know, my error was connected to a painting. A painting with a very pernicious intention.
At my favorite art muesem, there is a painting of a woman holding a small kitten under an oak tree. It was a breath-taking piece, and extraordinarily beautiful. However, there was a belligerent definition behind it. I could sense the dark charisma lingering within the dark blue skies, and a silent threat interwined in the womans' smile.
Why a person would make something so evil so obvious, I had not a clue. And yet, It was not hidden. The darkness was obvious, and evil translucent. I gazed upon the piece for a moment, and then forcibly tore my eyes away.
The memory of that picture has stayed with me over the course of 18 years. I have always known that the picture was telling me something. It was meaning to give me a warning, a symbol,. an oppression of danger.
Nevertheless of what I could see, the picture definitley meant something. Ever since that memory branded itself in my mind, I spend each and every day attempting to discover the secrecy behind the overwhelming piece.