THE STRANGE FIGURE

It was night, the castle was very quiet as everyone had retired to their different rooms to rest for the day. Both the palace workers and maids had called it a day already. The only people who were awake were the night watchers and security personnels.

Desmonda sat in her room all alone, accompanied by the utmost silence that encompassed her. There was no one to talk to and yet nothing to do about it as her own mother had decided to isolate her from the others simply because she was a mix of both human and Demon.

She stared intently at her reflection in the mirror, almost like she was searching for the differentiation of herself from the rest of her family members because she could not understand anymore why she had to be locked up.

There was absolutely no physical difference so why lock her up when there wasn't any 'human' written on her forehead. Literally no one would have the slightest idea if not told that she wasn't complete Demon.