The Beginning
I woke up, today was my sixth birthday. I was so excited, throwing back the covers and getting out of my bed. Misha wasn’t in my room like she always was. Misha is the one who helps me get changed and serves my every want each day, her not being here was not good.
“Misha!” I yelled loudly. “Where are you?”
There was no answer, so I walked over to the stone door and opened it slowly as it was heavy. I looked down the hallway and Misha wasn’t there. Where is my Athosian servant? I thought. She is always supposed to be in my bedroom when I wake up. I walked down the hallway, yelling Misha’s name as I walked down the hall. I opened every door, each of the servant’s rooms where empty.
“Mama!” I yelled, running down the stairs to find my parents.
They were in the throne room, sitting in their big stone thrones, talking in hushed whispers. I ran to them and jumped into my mama’s lap.
“Mama, Misha is gone,” I told her, feeling tears come to my eyes.
“She is,” she said.
My mama knows why Misha is gone. I thought. How can I get her to tell me?
“All our servants are gone now,” she continued. “They were culled by the Wraith.”
I was confused and I just wanted Misha back, she was my servant, my friend, caring for me since I was a baby.
“I want MISHA!” I screamed.
“I’m sorry Emily, Misha is gone now, but I can help you get changed,” my mama said.
“Papa, can you bring Misha back?” I asked.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t, she is gone for good,” he told me. “Let your mother help you for now, until we find you a new servant.”
I sighed in defeat, and let my mother take me back to my bedroom to get out of nightgown.
The Beginning
Emily woke up, feeling excited, today was her sixth birthday. She threw back her purple covers and jumped out of her canopy bed, making her tail wave back and forth, because her Misha always thought that was funny. But today Misha wasn’t in her bedroom, this made Emily worried. She began yelling Misha’s name out loud. Where is Misha? She needs to help me change. Emily thought to herself.
Emily walked over to her bedroom door, it was made of stone and hard for the six year old to open, but she mana
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