Behind the Mask (Preface)

Her name is Mala Princesa Daughtery. She is the angel of her village. Her bother, Dulce Príncipe Daughtery, was the twit; the hated one in their village. They were a middle class family...well...middle class sibilings. For you see, where this story begins, is when these two children's parents die by the hands of Dulce...Let us begin.1

Black liquid dripped from the master's thin lips. No longer breath in his lungs, only the sparkling silverness of the blade made the room bright. The mistress, taking her last breath, glanced up at her son with disbelieve in her blood dripping eyes.2

"Don't let her" she spoke, "Stop her."3

Dead. She was dead. Her son, Dulce, showed no emotion. His brown eyes slowly looked behind him as she smiled by the doorway. She ran. Dulce walked out of his parents' house and found his older sister crying.4

"Why did you do that Dulce? Why?"5

She screamed the words making people look her way.6

"What's wrong Mala?" a local woman asked.7

"He killed them! My parents. He killed them!" she wailed.8

The woman wrapped her arms around the girl and gave Dulce an evil glance.9

"Why? How could you?" she barked.10

Dulce realized the woman was a family friend. Her name was Mary. Dulce didn't know how to greet people. He barely talked. Only to his sister would he speak. She gave him a frightened look. He didn't understand. He wasn't the one who killed his parents. This was all a part of her plan. Her plan to destroy his village. How he wished he knew how to beat her. He would beat her. Somehow, someway, he ws going to turn the tables.