Once upon a time

Chapter one

The black clothed dwarf looked grimly towards the mansion, the clouds covered the full moon which radiated a rare blue glow, announcing another ruckus to begin.

  The small child lied in her cradle sleeping soundly and silently away at comfort. The nearby window was opened slightly allowing the cool night air in, a sudden gust of wind blew causing the child to shuffle around a warm spot her body warmth made, sucking her thumb. At the same moment the window gap became bigger and bigger, big enough for a burglar to get in.

  Rumpelstiltskin looked around the room, "filthy rich pigs "he thought. Fully standing in the room he spotted the cradle, a smile grows on his face. He steps toward the cradle thinking this was all to easy, and it was simply too easy. After a minute or three he was out and running about in the mansion yard.

His joy lasted for only a second, for when he was prancing around like an idiot he stepped on a security alarm.

Blaring alarms woke the whole neighborhood, panicked as he was, Rumpelstiltskin magically transported himself and the child to the closest city near his hideout.
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   Nightfall again the moonlight much brighter near the country side, the stars blinking so brightly like torches turning  on and off in front of his face. Energy drained from him since the last magical transport, and had not yet recovered. walking silently into the night he continued his journey. The baby was still sound asleep and had not even cried throughout the journey peculiar as it was Rumpelstiltskin was too tired to bother.

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Brandon and his mates were celebrating for the week's harvest, hoping to the God for another good harvest. Making their way back home a dark figure pushed push them and a faint sound of a child was heard among the patter of footsteps. Immediately Brandon felt something wrong, he raced after the black figure, and his sober mates followed along.

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Running peacefully in the warm Autumn night, a group of men were walking down the road happily, singing songs." Beggars, lowlife " he thought when shoving past them, and at the same moment the child laughed. For the first time in 36 hours it laughed. "Crap, luckily it was quiet " he thought. Or so he thought....