Chapter 1

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Alayna pulled the hood over her rich chocolate brown hair, and walked out of the front door of her small cottage. Basket in hand, she walked over to the market, trying to avoid everyone's gaze. Alayna dreaded ever leaving the house. She was wolf whistled at, and jeered at, and a hood usually covered her looks, but if she wanted bread and a new book, she would have to leave the house.

Everything was going well, she picked up the bread without the bakers wife chasing her out of the bakery, for being too beautiful, and she picked up her new book, without... well nothing really happened whenever she went to the book store, because the owner of the book store was her only friend in the entire village. Mainly because she was his best customer.

But things started to get worse. A gust of wind blew off her hood, getting everyone's attention. The girls all looked at her whispering and gossiping wicked things about her, while the men all looked at her for a different reason. One man wolf whistled at her causing him to get a very painful slap from his girlfriend.

Alayna ran away as quickly as she could, but all the furious girlfriends, and crushing girls caught up with her.

"Keep. Away." Said one, called Marie. Apparently she was the most beautiful girl in the village before Alayna came, and she didn't like her title being taken over by a newbie. Another girl stepped forward, and slapped Alayna, leaving a red hand mark that stung with pain. Tears began to spill out of Alayna's eyes, and she couldn't keep it in anymore.

"Why do you hate me so?! I have never don anything to you! I've tried so hard to be nice, and all you do is slap me and accuse me of things I never did! You deserve a slap back! You deserve that and way way more!"

Marie just pursed her lips and crossed her arms. "You deserve to rot in hell. You probably only earned your beauty through a magic spell! In fact I think your a witch and use spells to get your looks!"

All the girls laughed as Alayna ran off, sobbing into her hands. If only her father were here. He would talk to Maries father. But no. He had to be off selling jewellery around the country.

If only someone loved her for who she was and not her looks...


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