I am a music toybox ballerina....... long long long time ago before I was stuck in the music box; I was just a village girl. I remember the devil that came to visit our town. none of us could stop him; so all of us hid instead. My town though that may be giving him the prettiest girl in town would make him go away. If Only They Knew that that was not it. Of course a curse occurs and I cannot forget the horrible day.
My family and I we lived on the outer skirts of town. I remember the town people surrounding my house demanding for me; when my family did not give them me. they bust down our door and drag me out by force. They dressed me up in an outfit that was supposed to attract the devil. As the devil came walking through town he saw signs that point in the main Square where I was forced to stay I couldn't move. The devil saw me, I knew he did; I could tell by the look in his eyes I was to be his. Before the devil could reach me, my mother came and ran out of the house. She did a spell that made me shrink and shrink and shrink until I was no smaller then a little figuring that you put in a music toybox. I remember my little sister come running out and snatching me up from the ground and taking off with me into the woods. I remember looking back and seeing the whole entire town in flames..... Before my sister went down the steep slope that we had in the forest I saw the devil kill are parents. My sister kept running, I knew she wasn't going to stop. My sister stopped after a while and pulled out the music toybox that I had made her so long ago about the age of 5 now she was the age of 11. she put me where I was still working on the figurine That was supposed to spin for her in that toybox; the next thing I knew she had cast one spell onto the toyBox. I could tell by the words she cast a spell of Forever Young I could not grow old and I could not age. I would always be stuck at the age of 18. The next thing she did was snap your fingers in my outfit changed I was a ballerina but not your normal ballerinas clothing. My sister had a thing for Japanese culture.
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After changing my clothing, she stuck Me In The toyBox on the figurine stand and threw me into a portal and; that is where I landed in a little Shop full of music boxes. I could tell it was closer to the Future, as I look back into the portal. I could see the devil kill her with his hand to her chest breaking her heart; with his other hand he reached towards the portal and the portal closed. A few days later a lady came into the shop picked up my toybox paid for it and took me home with her. Ever since then I have been with her family passed on from generation to generation. It has been at least 665 years since the tragic day of my town and family has been destoryed. I am now in the little ladies great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great granddaughters hands now. I hope my God has not forsaken me for tomorrow will be return of 666 years of the tragic day and my new owners birthday she will turn 33 tommorow.
