Mist Alternate Ending

A dark haze filled the night air. Happy birthday to me, Mist thought as she slipped through the abandoned street. It was an hour past curfew and if you were anyone else you wouldn’t dare to creep around in the night, but Mist wasn’t anyone else. Her misty blue hair and unique black attire was known all along the land. People feared Mist but they also respected her. Although her father, Captain Hook, who feared little boys and stayed hidden in his broken down boat, was a laughing stock, her tough exterior and excellent skills with a sword brought her reputation up. When Mist was younger, before her father went completely crazy, he used to spend hours among the broken down ship deck teaching Mist the art of swordfighting. That was the only thing she ever thanked her father for otherwise she couldn’t care less how much longer he lived. Mist’s manipulating, deceitful, and downright evil reputation helped her among the little land they called Miscreant. Two people outranked her on Miscreant. Baba Yaga and her son. But since no one had ever seen Baba Yaga’s son, Mist had no competition in the villain department. Baba Yaga ruled over the villainess crowd and was the most feared thing on the island. Not human, no one quite knew what she was. The only time

Steam was erupting from his ears. His mother was Hecate, the witch, and although he didn’t inherit any magic, whenever he was angry steam came out of his ears and nose which Mist thought was hilarious. Whisking the steam away with his hand and quickly changing his face back to amusement Ace asked, “What trouble are you getting into now ?” Mist grinned, her blue eyes twinkled in the night and not for the first time Ace was glad she didn’t think of him as an enemy. Those eyes were filled with their own magic and Mist didn’t even know it. Her eyes were so enchanting she could convince anyone, especially of the opposite gender, to do her