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ThE DaNcE OF dEaTH

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Wishes and Sweet Kisses

The Meng family on leaving hospital took the wrong baby girl home, raising her as their little princess, while the real princess of the Meng family was taken to a small rural village, raised with love and affection by the family that she believed was her own. Six months before her eighteenth birthday, the patriarch of the Meng family, and Chairman of Meng Corp found out about the accidental baby swap at the hospital, as both babies had been given the name tag ‘Baby Meng’. Due to being dissatisfied with the child that he realised was not his real granddaughter who the rumours indicated was two faced, he started the search for his true granddaughter, locating her some three months later. Overriding the demands of his son and daughter-in-law that the only recognisable true princess of the Meng family was the child that they had raised since the day she had come home from hospital, he dragged them to the small rural village, where she had been raised by her adoptive family and brought her home. For Abigail Meng, that day marked a dramatic change in her life. When her adoptive family learnt the truth, every member except her adoptive grandmother not only demanded the return of their rightful daughter but compensation to be provided to them. Her biological parents rejected this and refused to send the child that they had raised back and only begrudgingly took her home. On her arrival at her real parent’s home, she saw the two faces constantly present themselves, in front of her grandfather who loved her for her, they were nice and loving, but as soon as he left, they turned on her, treating her as if she was a family servant, shoving her in a room that not even one of the family servants would use while maintaining a façade room for her grandfather to believe that she was being treated well. On the even of her shared eighteenth birthday, Abigail Meng just before she crawled into bed, looked out the tiny window and spotted a shooting star before uttering “I wish that things will become better as of tomorrow. I wish my life would change. I wish that my so-called family receive what they deserve for treating me as they have.” As she drifted off to sleep, a quiet voice came from the corner that had been watching her charge in the shadows, waved her wand and said, “Your Wishes are granted,” before clicking her fingers and disappearing into the air. This is the story of how Abigail Meng’s life changed with three simple wishes granted by her fairy godmother and the love it spurned.

klmorgan · Thành thị
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"Hello there, you lovely little primitive creature you, your incredibly handsome scholar, Null is here. Not just to be the most dashing, charming man in existence, but who with his incredible kindness, is here to make this primitive summary just for you. " "You'll soon experience increased dopamine levels as you're greeted by the pure joy of knowing, knowing the truth of your pitiful, small, and pointlessly inconsequential existence as it is transferred through your sensory organs, to be carved deep inside your mind. " "Oh, what's that, this isn’t a summary? Wait a moment, WAIT, You mean to tell me, ME, THAT A SUMMARY IS NOT SUPPOSED TO POINT OUT THE READERS INSIGNIFICANCE!? Well I say NAY TO THOSE SACRIGELIGIOUS WORDS! IN FACT IT IS THE LIES OF THOSE CONFOUNDING CORPORATIONS, yes, IT’S ALL THEM, EVERYTHING IS THEIR FAULT AFTER ALL!” *Cough* "... Anyways, moving on." "Being the incredibly generous being known as myself, I couldn't, in good conscience, keep all this juicy knowledge to myself. I mean it’s almost a felony not to share, and well wouldn’t you know you little meme savages seem to enjoy these primitive words.” *Cough* I need my daily dose dose of verbal abuse, go on hit me harder. I need to get high off the fumes of troll rage. *Cough* “Hm? Sorry did you say something just now? No, well I’m sure it was nothing.” ...Of course I think that's enough suspense for now wouldn’t you say! Now, I'm sure you insignificant multi-celled organisms are currently biting your appendages, precariously balanced at the edge of your seating apparatuses, eagerly anticipating the promised summary. Well, without further ado let my eloquently worded primitive language skills wow your minds!” Standing atop a steep cliff face is a lone woman, her hair a dark blue, crystal clear blue eyes, and a weathered face. Her toned and scared body is completely covered by a scavenged outfit with a self-evident history of wear and tear. Looking over the forest top towards the horizon and setting sun, the woman can't help but stop for a moment to ponder the nature of her life. 'It was all so simple once, living in the mountains, just the three of us, me, Pa', and Ma. We laughed, we celebrated, everything was nice, normal, safe, FINE. Yet, I suppose it was always there, that niggling feeling in the back of my mind. Even if I never wanted to acknowledge it existed, it was the fear born from bearing witness to one of those non-existent monsters at one time or another.' 'I think I'd always known in the back of my mind that the world wasn't entirely right, If I had just faced the truth sooner then maybe, just maybe... No nothing would have changed would, not in the face of those twisted things and their splinters. Now, there's no time for regrets, what's done is done, and looking back will only invite their brand of madness faster.' Suddenly swiveling her head behind she stared into the forest at a section of think underbrush. The small crunch of leaves was the only indication that a hidden trespasser was there. Thinking for a moment she shouted “Come out". After a moments hesitation, a young woman with golden hair and glittering green eyes emerges from the forest. She seems to be slightly apprehensive, but after a moments hesitation she speaks, her voice soft and gentle "The guys were saying we needed to go, one of them swore they caught the scent for a few seconds." sighing quietly the unnamed woman slowly looks back towards the setting sun taking moment for her silent resolution 'I will survive, I will live, I will respect the fallen, and help the living, but, I WILL NEVER FORGOT THOSE THINGS, AND I WILL HUNT EVERY LAST ONE DOWN IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO," The woman slowly turns back walking towards the forest. She nods to friend before responding. "Alright, let's get back and pack up before we off again." Her friend completely unaware of the women's inner monologue simply follows her lead as they head deeper into the forest.

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