The Little Red Blanket

The Little Red Blanket

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"When I was younger my mom used to tell me that with age came understanding. I asked why she was always so sad. She told me that if she was always happy, she would take it for granted. Then I asked what the strange noises I heard were at night and she began to cry. She held me for an hour, made dinner, played with me, the same routine. But, the next morning she was gone. I never saw her again. All that was left were her belongings and her blood on the floor in front of my room with a note that said 'Be strong for mommy. I will see you again. I'm sorry I have to leave, but we can't be happy for too long or else we'd take it for granted. I began to take sadness for granted and need to remember what happiness feels like. I love you Raven. Be Strong.' That is what you were asking right? What happened to my mom? There's part of the story." I was normal once, I just had a sad back story. Then I turned 16 and found out that the monsters, fairy tales and old myths my mom told me were real.
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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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