Amphitrite, The Dark Angel. - AI interactive story

Amphitrite, The Dark Angel.
Haunted by a childhood tragedy, Amphitrite, now ten, carries a heart turned to stone. Her parents brutally murdered, their home burned to ashes before her eyes, she vows vengeance. Plunged into a world of assassins and dark secrets, she finds an unlikely mentor in Vander, a killer with a past. Will her training at the sinister assassination school forge her into the ultimate weapon, or will the darkness consume her before she can claim her bitter justice? Dive into a gripping tale of loss, revenge, and the chilling transformation of a child into a harbinger of death.

The air was thick with terror, a cold dread that clung to my skin like a shroud. "Mom, please do not leave me. Please stay," I cried out, my voice a small, desperate whisper. My mother’s eyes, usually so full of warmth, were wide with a fear I couldn’t comprehend.

"Sweetheart, listen to me. Stay here, okay? Mommy and daddy are going to come back soon. Just stay put!" Her voice was strained, a frantic edge to it. I sniffed, a desperate plea forming on my lips.

"Mom, p-please do not leave me, I'm scared. Those men look bad, mommy. Please go and call daddy so that we can run away from those bad men," I suggested, my small hand clutching her dress. She shook her head, a single tear tracing a path down her cheek.

"No, Amphitrite! Listen to me, my baby girl, just stay here and we will come back soon, okay." Her insistence brooked no argument, and all I could do was nod vigorously. She gave me a quick, tender peck on my forehead. "Promise mommy that you are going to stay put, Amphitrite. Promise me that you are going to be safe in this wardrobe."

I nodded again, the promise heavy in my small heart. It felt like I was never going to see her again, or daddy. And then, the darkness of the wardrobe swallowed me whole, leaving me trembling like a leaf in a storm. My last prayer was a desperate plea: "Mom and dad, please be safe. Do it for me!"