Eternal

my little chickens, this is my first wattpad book and I am very very exited to find out what happens in my messed up fantacy world that is my distorted brain. I have been writing this book for a while but I won't update until I have at least one follower, and comment.

Don't forget to follow the external link to find out what her outfit looks like.

oh and if you know how to do anything cool with pictures and getting stuf so I can show you guys then tell me because I am clueless.

anyway I hope you enjoy and DON'T FORGAT TO COMMENT MY CHICKENS.

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PROLOGE

RUNNING TOWARDS A CHANGE.

I was running for what seemed like eternity, but was truly only a couple of minutes. 

Revising Shakespeare quotes in my head to keep me going until I reached my destination. 

To be or not to be, that is the question. 

Some are born great, some achieve great things and some have greatness thrust upon them. 

Random works like this inspired me too keep going when I was in situations like this, because I was a writer, and I was a descendant of the praised Shakespeare himself, somehow anyway, but I found meanings within words and codes that humans such as yourself couldn't unravel. I did not under stand these strange rhymes that had been passed down in my family since the Elizabethan times but I could un-code them into a different language that I had been researching since I found the determination. 

Back too running, I was running from a man, it happed every night just like me running quotes through my mess of a head. 

And every night once I reach the fallen tree that is to bid even for my tall frame to climb, he turned up, I would run in the opposite direction trying to bring back my freedom that I took for granted all those years ago where rules bound me for good and protection, not to control my mind and actions from creativity and happiness. 

But that night I felt like I wanted to brake free of those tyring circles, even if it has given me a hot body and great legs from the vigorous running. 

All that I wanted was music back, a pen and paper to write instead of having blood covered fingers from trying to cave words into the stone wall which imprisoned me at nighttime. 

As I ran. The tree became visible, not sure of what to do I waited not bothering to attempt climb it. 

I saw him emerge from the under-bush of the dense forest which we were. 

I had never seen him before that moment, never heard his voice, just felt his rough hands tear me back to the cage that they expected me to call home. 

But let me tell you. 

He was beautiful. 

That didn't matter at the time though, because I threw a punch fighting for my freedom instead running away from my captors. 

I was ready for a change. 

And this time I was going to make it happen.

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I am going to update when ever possible so don't panic.

 I'm not one of those writers who just jumps of a cliff and disappoints her/his readers.

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be good to the planet my chickens.

bye bye:)