3rd person's Point of View
"Mother! Mother!" Shouted the little girl, running through the flames and smoke, through the burning village, she ran and ran, hoping to seek her beloved mother.
Shouting, running, as she goes, nonstop, coughing, crying as she tries very hard. The village whom she lived her childhood, she adored and loved along with all the people who once lived in it, the baker who always give her free bread, the cook who teaches her to cook, the teacher who gave her knowledge, the boy whom to be called her first friend, all burned down along the flames. She watched such sight with her innocent eyes. She was petrified and traumatized.
".. Evelynne!" a faint voice can be heard nearby, the voice of her loving mother, without hesitation she ran towards where the voice is, there she saw her mothers worried face, but beside her was a noble man.
Ignoring the noble man, she hugged her mother as she wepped unto her arms.
"Evelynne, this is Count Callidon Laufen, see my dear, he help me escape from the flames and he is also the person i was talking about and now your wish to live a lavish life shall be granted my love", her voice was sweet, but her eyes were the eyes of those who are defiled by greed.
The innocent child with traumatized eyes looked at the face whose going to grant her wish. He had the face of a sweet man, he has the features of a person every woman will crave and want. Little did the child knew, this was the start of her dollhouse life.
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Die, Evelynne!
Historical Fiction"Evelynne Lorelai Laufen is just a woman" they say. "Evelynne Lorelai Laufen the crude, vile woman" they spout with their dirty tounges. Evelynne Lorelai Laufen, the woman from the depths of shadows, she was seen as frail and weak, yet seen as a bea...
