Little Red Riding Hood

Little Red Riding Hood

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A young girl has had many tales told about her, all involving the same three things: a grandmother, a wolf, and a basket. Her tale is quite odd and requires a lot of debunking to understand the real story. Mortals always seem to tell her story wrong, which annoys me to no end, and so I have set out to tell you everything that she experienced in her journey. Some may say that she was killed by a wolf on her way to her grandmother's home, others may say that she made it to her grandmother's home only to be locked in a closet, yet all of these tales, no matter how much a person may love them, are incorrect. If you want to know the true story, I suggest that you open this dusty book and read each line carefully. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COVER CREATED BY @EnjxiiBlxck Please do not copy my work, I work hard on every page I write. Thank you for reading and I hope that you have a nice day my little Snowflakes.
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Born between two worlds, despised by those who should love her. Being labeled as "defective", "incomplete", "impure". Suffering repeated and constant persecution. How could she believe in happiness? Her heart had been bombarded by countless insults over the years in her home pack..., but against the setbacks of life, she remained determined to overcome all obstacles and prove that she was not weak but "unique", as her father always claimed. Her Witch blood did not diminish her courage at all... But lately she had been feeling strange... dreaming every night of a man, or rather, of his silhouette. The strength he emanated was terrifying, like a being from the coldest, most soulless underworld... making her doubt her real existence and her own sanity..., but why, even though she felt a terror that paralyzed her body, she couldn't forget the sadness she saw in his eyes? They were begging... for what? Someone? A love? To be rescued? Who was that "God" that lived in the darkness? His face gave her the feeling of recognition, he was not totally strange to her soul..., but at the same time, she was absolutely sure she had never seen him before... her blood warmed and her heart beat faster... What did it all mean? Was it all a result of her longing for her companion who she was told would never come? Or did it really have some other meaning? I had to find out...

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