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The Old Days
There was long time ago a pure girl, whose dress was as white as snow and who enjoyed laughing around the green hills of the forest. She didn't have name, but those who found her didn't ever return to their homes, following the young throughout the countryside. She was free, beautiful, bright. But not for long. A dark amorphous monster appeared from the darkest shadows of the trees; he had been jealous of her and watched her pass by with resentment. Once she was near him, he took advantage of the situation, and appeared suddenly in front of the girl, getting over her. She just had time to ask an answerless "Why" before the black mass drowned her. However, instead of leaving a corpse, a bellflower appeared in the middle of the dead grass. In a first stance all the people who followed the girl cried for it, but as the days passed by they "woke up". They said "What am I doing, crying for a dead girl? There are more important things, for God's sake". And so, the world began to become a darker place; and so the flower began to die.
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Last edited by ZenitYerkes; 03-26-2010 at 10:23 AM. |
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