Destiny

Running through the dark and ugly-looking trees that felt like they were watching me, the demons were everywhere hunting me.

Fighting the demons was like fighting with your own shadow, which was an impossible task.

I felt fingers running down my neck and back, sending shivers through my body.

"Destiny, join us," the demon said in a raspy voice behind me. "You were weak, Destiny. Join us and get the powers you seek. The Devil wants you," he added, and my body filled up with goosebumps.

I gritted my teeth in annoyance and turned all around, trying to find the demon among the darkness that surrounded me.

"I guess you messed with the wrong person," I said with a smirk as I stood still. "Leave me or die," I added after a heartbeat.

I wasn't sure of what I was saying because even the heavens knew I wasn't powerful enough to fight the demons.

Different voices laughed at me mockingly, and that was when I knew there were more than one demon.

The sound of my alarm woke me up, and I sat up, panting and gasping for air, with sweat running down my temple.

I turned to the side to glance at my alarm clock and saw that it was 7:03 am in the morning.

"My lady," the voice of Floral, my personal maid, sounded in the room, and I turned to look at her as she stood at the entrance of my room.

"Your bath is ready," she added with a smile and her hands in front of her white apron.

"Thank you," I replied curtly and with a groan.

"Do you want anything else?" she asked, and I shook my head and told her she could leave. She bowed her head and left, and when I heard the door close behind her, I got up and entered my bathroom.

The steamy water was like an invitation to my sore muscles, and I wasted no time in answering its call. I took off my clothes and entered the bathtub.

Fuck, it feels great.

As I sank deeper into the water, I couldn't help but think about the dream I had last night.

I spent about twenty minutes in the bathtub.

"My lady," I heard Flora say. "Are you in there?" she asked.

That brought me out of my daydream, and I snapped my eyes open.

"Oh yes, just a minute," I replied, getting out of the tub and stepping onto the tiled floor. As I entered my room, I found Flora next to my bed with a beautiful strapless white gown in her left arm.

"Do you like this one, my lady?" she asked, shaking the silky material a little.

"Yes, it's lovely. You really know my taste, Flora," I said with a wink, and she blushed.

"White is my favorite," I added.

I have always loved white because it matches my beautiful long white hair.

My name is Destiny, and I was turning 18 the next day. I am the only daughter and princess of the Cloud Kingdom.

My dad was a warrior, a powerful fighter, and he always told me that I would be a great warrior and princess and to always use my power for good.

My mother died when I was just a child at the hands of a demon. Dad still blames himself for not being there with Mom when she needed him, but he was fighting a war when it happened.

I was only six when I watched the demons tear through Mom's flesh, suck the blood out of her, and eat her brain. When one was about to get me, Dad saved me and killed them, and since then, I vowed to kill all demons, even Lucifer himself.

Tomorrow was a special day for me as it would be my birthday. The cloud kingdom was being decorated with beautiful flowers, and I stood in the hallway, staring out the window and admiring the beauty of my kingdom.

I had never once left the walls of the castle because it wasn't safe. Dad had warned me to stay within our kingdom walls because the demons had been growing rapidly.

I also wasn't allowed to have any friends, which made life here boring. Since the night of my mother's death, Dad had made sure I stayed safe and hidden in the castle. In fact, people hadn't seen me apart from some workers who worked in the castle.

People only saw me when there was a secret occasion or when special guests were invited to the castle, like the kings and queens of other kingdoms.

I would be turning 18 tomorrow, and all supernatural powers, or rather, teen powers, began from the age of 16 to 18.

For some days now, I hadn't been sleeping well because I had been having nightmares. I didn't tell Father a word about this, but the dream I had last night kept haunting me and troubling me throughout the day. I got up from my bed and made my way to Dad's chambers.

"Dad," I called while pushing his room door slowly.

Dad was seated in front of his desk with a book on how to kill demons in his right hand.

He turned his head towards me and took off his glasses. "Come sit," Dad said with a little smile playing on his lips.

I nodded my head and, while walking towards him, took a seat and placed it next to his. I peeked a little at the open book with a frown, and Dad quickly closed it and pushed it to the side. I raised my head up to look at him and gave him a confused and weak smile.

"What's wrong, Princess?" Dad asked, furrowing his brow as he smoothed my white hair. He looked so concerned because he knew I never came to his room late at night.

"I have been having nightmares, not sleeping well," I said with a shaky breath.

"What's the dream all about, Honey?" he asked with a warm smile, smoothing his hand through my hair once more in a comforting way.