He was a pretty little doll, wound to please and amaze the audiences he attracted. Made by a scientist who had not long for the world but still wished to leave behind, something lovely and memorable. The doll had a harmonious voice that could lull you to sleep, or for you to sway along to, How versatile this beauty was.
Yet the years pass and time continues to roll foreword, people had left or passed away. Still the doll remained and continued to dance, to sing for that was his purpose and was all he could offer. Yet fewer people came to see the doll and time had left it unkempt and deteriorated.
Many screamed and hurt the doll, leaving behind many cracks and breaks. No longer was this doll a lovely sight, no it was a pure nightmare. Still the doll sang and danced waiting for someone to listen. Singing its hauntingly sweet music.
It was on this day after time had crept by that the doll sang a sad song for it knew no one could love it. It wept and sang of days that past, of a time when it was loved and could love. For yes it had loved all the people it's songs had reached. On this day a boy ran toward this town, for he was unwanted and unloved, abandoned by his mother and thrown out from his home. When people saw his eye they could not help but be repulsed. For his eye was cursed and he could not die. Each painful stab or every painful cut would never bleed and would always heal.
As he ran he heard a sweet melody, comforted and warm from this sad song. He wept for he too could understand this pain. He knew that this person singing shared a pain he knew all to well. Desperate he ran toward someone that felt as hurt as he was. For the boy though abandoned he still held hope....hope that he could be loved.
This is the story of a boy with a curse and a doll with a soul, both that yearn for more than the pain they have endured. The immortal boy and the living doll.
New story coming soon^^
