Eighteen years ago, Princess Nisha became an orphan just days after her birth. Her parents and all of those with Fey blood all gone. All consumed by a fire that none had been able to stop. Or at least this is what is told. This is what is spoken aloud. Truth? Perhaps. But these are words Nisha has never trusted. Couldn’t trust, since they have never sounded quite right. Yet, not even her beloved aunt ever believed her when she questioned the events of that night.
No one believed her when she turned thirteen and became the queen of the Under Kingdom. They didn’t trust her when her powers and natural abilities began to grow to frightening results. That was fine; if they didn’t want to believe her, then once she was crowned Queen of Darke, then she would show them. Once she was Queen, then she would find every answer that she had ever wanted.
It wouldn’t matter who or what stood in her way, for she would show them why she should be feared. She would show them what was created when her parents were stolen from her.
For she is Nisha and she is the daughter of the darkness.