The Box

• Priscilla Hii
• Short Story
• 2017

Prologue
The sound of pounding hooves became louder. Kayla shivered, glancing warily around her. Was it the Death Riders, coming to get her, so merciless after murdering both her parents in cold blood? She could almost hear their leader, Darkness, talking in his soft hissing voice. A hand gripped her shoulder, and Kayla screamed...

“Its alright, calm down.” whispered Grace, the Rameses’ housekeeper. “It was just a dream.”
Kayla opened her eyes. It was just a dream. ‘Thank goodness!’ she thought, breathing a sigh of relief as she got dressed. As per her usual routine, she felt under her pillow for The Box. She remembered her close escape when The Box was almost conquered by the Death Riders...