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Eccendentesiast

(n.) is someone who hides pain behind a smile.


"Stay away from me!" he screamed while desperately trying to run but unable to stand.

"Now, why would I do that?" she said her voice soft like a warm hug but of course it was all a charade to lure his tired body into her trap.

"You-you horrible w-witch!" he screamed in terror "stay away from me!"

Her menacing laughter filled the forest, shook the earth as the trees shivered while he clawed onto the dirt trying to crawl away from the cruel witch, who once was a sweet old woman.

"Oh dearie I can't leave such a hero alone, now can I?" she pondered over her question with an ugly grin on her once kind face.

"What do you- I can't - no- I am not a hero!" he said clutching his head, "please let me go please."

"You, my dear, are the hero that the prophesy foretold about. And you will be my demise if I don't get rid of you now." she said, "you will come for me in the future and be my doom."

The boy or 'hero' as she had called him could not run anymore. The roots from the trees erupted from the earth and slowly bound him, pulling him into the dark dungeons below the forest floor.

With the last burst of energy, he managed to scream a shrill, bone-chilling scream, while begging to be rescued from her evil clutches.

After all, what match is an eighteen-year-old to the queen of wickedness?

He could have been a good match because the boy had left the dark forest far behind laying in a soft bed during the early hours of the day while busy sounds of people hurrying about their day playing in the background.


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