(I’m starting a continuing story this is the prologue for it. I hope you enjoy it♡)

She was only five, five when she was abandoned. She couldn't remember the event clearly but she remembered how she got her name. Her place. Her magic. The little girl walked into the circus. Elephants dance, tightropes sway, trapeze swing. But the most amazing thing to her was the games. The card games. She ripped a poster off the wall, barely able to reach it. It had a girl with pale white skin on it, spades covering her dress, on it.

**The amazing Spade Champion of poker and fortune teller of the seasons.

Missing, call 908-467-2945 if you find her.**

**** A girl with a trunk rushed by, spilling cards all over the girl. Spade. She picked up a card. The word spade wrote itself on the card. Her name was Spade. And she was going to be the greatest card sharp in the world.

HardCoreWriter- as I said above I’m creating a series called House of Spades. I hope you all liked this and have a wonderful day/night ♡