A Story, Which Will Eventually Become A Va..

[Eleatic 1033]

Yes, yes. I have a story to tell, please. Please. Come closer so I can speak it, yes. Now. Shall we begin?

This story is one of hardship and grimace, and oh I must inform you dear reader. If a weakened heart is one you possess, I truly suggest a leave of distress. But if your mind is one of chase, then I truly suggest reading with pace.

Our story begins in a world of little mess, hallowed woods, Aegis way. Within these woods of hallowed oak. Dwelt a family, true and pace. They frolicked within these misty grooves, until one day. When none to chase.

Ah but Poetry gets ever so old, so that shall be the end of our lyrical section, the story of which I tell. Is that of a little girl, and her descent to evil. In her youth, I believe she called herself.. Colette Snow. Born in a cottage, gently born. Though her mother would one time argue that it was not a gentle birth.. She was not of a rich family, though certainly not of poor. She never went without want, nor need... until of course, her father was kicked from his job. Drinking the ale of which he brewed, they were in more and more disarray, until a misty day.. Came a brightly robed man, he offered for all of ‘His’ Problems to go away, though he did mention the cost was dear.. Her father listened in, and not more then once she saw his eyes bulge.. Color creep from his neck. But he allowed the man inside, and he signed the contract. He had heard her parents scream that night, her father arguing in a tone less then cheerful.

“For the good of the family!”

Colette had naught an idea of what he meant, though sooner then not. A soundly knock echoed from the door, Colette trudging forward, barging it open. The men looking down upon her.

“She’ll do.” They grasped her by the hair, Colette shrieking all the while pushing a bag upon her head, as she franticly swarmed the man, trying to evade their tight grasp, she saw her father. In an never-ending display of sadness.. What had happened. She had not a clue, and then.. Sooner then naught. Little Colette’s shrieks were far to hear, only a weeping mother, and father to hear.

She was swept away, at dawn to dusk. The bumpy caravan struggling to behold the large group, but it labored on. Colette being forced to stay awake, confused as she was. She tried to maintain her composure, her mother had always taught her, a lady’s weakness, and best strength. Was tears.. She would know when to cry, and when to stay shut.. If she had cried, she knew one of the men would whip her, as he had just a moment before.. She was in a good bit of trouble, but Colette was bright for her age, and struggled, as she does. To remain calm.

[i will mention a good chunk of this story will remain unposted, it has explicit.. Grotesque/Gross themes. I will be editing those down, to conform to standards.]

[Knox213 10]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.