You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
Sometimes the dark and dirty streets of the city were the only escape from the harsh reality in which she had been born. She still felt the pain that she had build up inside her our of frustration and she knew that the screams would be laud when her parents realised that she had escaped from her room again. Who wanted to reamin caged like a little bird? No one, especially not her. She hated it.
Just as the voice made her stop, she whirled around. Her blue eyes automatically searching the area for an escape route before she made a hissing sound.
"Im sorry, but I'm not the stranger you think I am and now get out of here before I scream for help and make you out to be a person who takes advantage of a little lady.", her voice was calm and somehow reminds one of an coy lady, which just tried to run away, which she obviously was. But something in her piercing blue eyes changed. The fear faded away and something else crawled out. It crept out of the deep, dark corners hiding in the blue eyes.
"Oh... wait. That would certainly be funny, wouldn't it?", said she softly with the strange hint of madness in her eyes.
She meant what she said, even if she literally didn't realise what the consequences would be. "Lets have fun."
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