Prologue

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8 years ago


"Daddy, look at what I made! It's a mud pie!"

"Yeah, so what. You can't eat it, so what is the use of it? Throwing it at someone's face?"

"I-I just thought-"

"No. Stop. (Y/N), you are eight years old. You need to stop doing childish things! Now go throw that pie at someone's face."

Just then, I saw a boy around my age come around the corner, and into the alley I was in.

"O-Oh. I didn't realize any-" He was cut off by a mud pie smacking him right in the face. All he did was stand there, shocked, as the mud slid off his face. His hook lay on the slimy ground, covered in dirt and mud.

My daddy snickered. "Serves him right for wandering into King Hans' territory"

"But daddy, you're not-"

"Shut your trap! If you don't stop acting like a five year-old this instant, I will disown you!"

I bowed my head. "It will never happen again, Hans."

I bolted, not knowing exactly where I was going. Just once, I looked back, only too see the boy with the fallen hook staring right back at me.

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