A collection of short stories and made up fairy-tale
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The maiden waited patiently by the lakeside, a tattered umbrella her only defence against the inclement weather.
Those who knew of her, and her history, quickly averted their eyes and quicken their steps.
Away.
Those unlucky enough to hear her plaintive inquiry, loudly talked to themselves to drown her voice, turning a deaf ear and unseeing eyes in her general direction.
But still she stood, undeterred by the many grievous impoliteness she suffered.
A soft voice, carried by the evening's air.
"Have you seen my father?"
Mothers firmly grasped the hands of their children, friends tugged acquaintances towards new direction. Strangers claim kinship to newcomers, and spirited them away from the surrounding area.
Any curious mouths were hurriedly silenced with frantic hands.
Everyone waited with bated breath for the sun shower to clear. Hoping that no hapless samaritan would be unwary enough to answer her calls. No man ever survived.
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"Such a pitiful child, ah! Still waiting for all these years!"
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"Remember, children, what Mother taught you today. Ignore the white Young Miss, if you want to stay safe!"
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"What a eerie phenomenon!"
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"Such is the power of Heavenly Realm. Until those slain innocents received justice, she will be here, reminding us all."
"Were there no prayers offered to the good young lady?"
"Hah! What good would there be, offering prayers, if there isn't even a memorial tablet allowed for victimised souls?"
"Haiii... It's been 15 years... And still the White Young Lady stands there, waiting for a father that would never return."
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"Just wait. She'll be gone when the rain clears away. Don't be afraid, be merciful. Such a sad thing, that even the dead can't rest easy due to the machinations of the wicked in power."
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A passing Imperial Scholar took note of the situation and pens a letter to his royal friend.
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After 34 years, an old case was overturned. A good name was returned and the blameless finally regained back their virtue.
Some would say that these were Court resources unnecessarily spent. Wasteful, even.
What good would it do? The whole family had already been wiped out. Down to the last elderly, women, and child.
But in a village, the hometown of one unjustly murdered minister, snared in Court intrigues that he was innocent of, the citizens could finally rest easy each time a sun shower passed them by.
