![]() 2A Chapter by marie"I wonder why they are so scared of the things they do not understand they tell stories of it but never really look any further......"Lillian pulled her long sleeves up to her elbows, fingering the pale pink scars that littered her snow white skin. They were meant as reminders from the elders telling her who she was, the cursed one. The elders had told her when she was around three years old they were trying to rid her of her curse, but she knew better they feared her, feared what she would become. The only reason they had ever proclaimed her"cursed was because she had dared to ask why they killed all those who entered their small village without permission, why when there was a food shortage they killed the slaves children that had not yet seen ten summers. The elders feared she would open the eyes of the people and invoke a rebellion. She probably wouldn't have but after the first time they whipped her and shoved hot coals upon her back she had made a plan. At first it was a very rudimentary plan the fantasies of a tortured little girl, but now it was more they needed to pay. She didn't care what they did to anyone so long as they suffered for the pain they had inflicted upon her. IT was mad, she knew it, still it had to be done. © 2012 marieReviews
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