The Dark Writings of Pleasant

The Nameless Child

On a dark rainy night, a child was born.
It's mother looked at it's sullen face and cursed it for fear gripped her heart and terror made her mad.
"What shall we name it?" They asked.
But its mother shook her head and screamed for she had birthed the devil.
So they bound it in clothes and cast it on the road without bothering them give it a name.
"It will soon die so there is no use." They said.
A woman on of the night found it in wraps and picked the child whose eyes twinkled with the will to live.
"It would fetch a good penny" she thought. So she didn't bother to give it a name.

On a dark rainy night, the child was sold to the butcher for a penny.
"I will make it into mincemeat so there was no use giving it a name."  The butcher said.
But a plague struck and the butcher was reduced to nothing.
The nameless baby which was placed on a table, cried and its eyes twinkled with the will to live.

On a dark rainy night, the child was picked by a mistress.
"You'll be my servant for I am in need of one while will serve me for life." She said.
So she didn't bother to give it a name for it didn't deserve one
The child grew and served from the moment it could walk. It was given rags to wear and thorns were placed on its neck, for its suffering was to fetch a pretty penny.
Day and night, the child cried for a name;
"give me a name, give me name!" But its cries fell on deaf ears.

The child was displayed in a cage and many came to see.
"Behold the nameless child, who suffers for your merriment!"
The crowd cheered and jeered, screaming for more.
"More excitement, more fun!"
So the child's mistress looked at the child and smiled for she knew what exactly it wanted.
"One final actually child, and I will give you a name.
One final act could and I will set you free."
So the child's eyes lit up in excitement, finally it's wish had come true, finally it would have a name.
"Mistress, I desire not freedom, I merely want a name."
So they child agreed to the mistresses demand.
Unknown to the child, it would be its final act.

On a dark rainy night, the child's head was placed on a spike.
The villagers danced in merriment and drank till dawn.
While the child looked at the people, and its eyes slowly lost its light.
With its little strength, it called out to its Mistress.
"Mistress give me a name."
But the mistresses laughed, drunk on blood.
"You fool, you will never have a name."

On a dark rainy night, a strange traveller saw the almost lifeless body of the child, still hung on a spike.
He looked at the child and shook his head for there was no light left in the child's eyes.
"What do you want? A name? I can grant what you have been seeking for."
The child shook his head and whispered with its raggedy breathe.
"No I do not want a name, not anymore.
Nameless was I born into this world, and nameless will I go."

"What then do you want child?"

"I have and everyone to lose their names."

On a dark rainy night, the nameless child set the village on fire and everything that had a name, burnt to ashes.
And all was left, was the nameless child who stood in the midst of their folly.