Ok, to first say- I did not write this story. I found it on another app, and found it so detailed and good that I wanted to share it with the people of KaW. Enjoy as I copy and paste i would give credit, but 1- i didnt memorize their username and 2- can't advertise 3rd party apps. •Prologue• The sky blacked as night devoured the small room. The only light was now a small, flickering wax candle. The candle only had about an inch left, rapidly melting. A small brown, leather bound diary lay open on the small table in the corner of the dimly lit room. Large shadows projected against the faded green wallpaper clad walls. In the centre of the room stood a small single bed. The covers thrown messily to the end of the abandoned bed. The curtains flapped around the ancient, flaking, open window. The house was like most old houses, faded, crumbling, on it's last legs. The whole front of the house was covered in green ivy, perfect for climbing down. The owners hadn't tried to remove the ivy for fear of it ripping down the front of the house. A tall, slender girl ran through the field at the back of the neglected house. Not once did she look back, or stop to fix her thick caramel hair, that was once perfect twisted bun, on the back of her head. She lifted up her billowing, ridiculous layers of skirts and petticoats up so as not to coat the bottoms in mud. Her once pristine black boots were now caked in sticky brown mud. A petit girl of about fourteen knocked twice on the door to her mistresses room, there was no reply. "Miss Alicia? Are you there?" she cried in a timid, wavering voice. "Miss Alicia I am coming in." The girl unlocked the door and walked into the drab room. She gasped in horror at the open window, Miss Alicia had gone. Again. The girl tucked a black curl back into her cap and slowly turned her head. "Ms. Cartwell? Ms. Cartwell, Miss Alicia is not in her room!" The maid yelled down the stairs. A tall lady with a large pointed nose appeared at the bottom of the stairs. Her brown hair was swept up into a curly bun on the back of her head. Her lips were pressed into a thin, expressionless line. She wore a long purple dress with white lace detail. Her waist was naturally small, but made smaller by the tightly laced corset tightened around her upper body. "What do you mean she is gone?" she snarled with a tired glare "You, were meant to be keeping an eye on her! This is the second time Mary. The second time!"