The next time I awaken, I'm on a bed. Finally out of... wherever I was. A voice tells me to rest, and I do the exact opposite. "Where are you? Show yourself." She does show herself. Her face looked like one of a beautiful woman. Her brunette hair, long and straight, flowed behind her, as if there were a wind only blowing on her, making her look regal and majestic. Her eyes were a deep purple color. Her fair skin was accompanied by a dark, blood-red pair of lips, lips that were frowning in a challenging way. She made me feel self-conscious. I look at my mangled blonde hair, look into a nearby mirror into my dark green eyes. My red hood was still pulled tightly over my head. My simple white dress was in tatters. Who was this woman? That is when it hit me. A witch. I should've seen it. I start to run for the door, when she blasts me with a green light and I fall to the ground.
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The Girl in the Red Hood
FantasyEverybody has heard the story of the girl with the red hood. Many different interpretations have been passed down. I'm here to tell you one version you probably haven't heard: the truth.
