Innocent girl, traumatized by the old woman and her mother
Her mother before her was abused and used
By the old woman and
Her brother
The old woman was an evil crone with eyes like black marbles
Glistening in her shriveled, wrinkled, bald, cavernous skull
Pure malicious evil dispersing from every cellular membrane
The old crone aged evermore into eternity
Never dying yet growing older
And still older
Then the crones brother died not of his own accord and without the permission of his crone sister
A cardinal sin to be sure that caused the anger of the crone to blaze
The crone was appalled
Her ire fell upon the innocent girl, it was the appearance of the girl that caused the evil brother to descend into hell before his time
The crone leveled her strength, power, knowledge and disgust upon the innocent girl
The girl remained pure
The girl remained unscathed
The girl dreamed of beauty
The girl dreamed of love
The girl dreamed of bounty
The girl dreamed of … food
With every passing cycle of the sun, the crone weakened – she made mistakes, she made miscalculations, she was deceived by those who feared her power
The girl was stolen from her mother’s womb. The other people that she knew to love and trust were the monsters all around her
The day came when the girl’s eyes “opened” and she saw that these creatures all around her were not only evil
But thieves
The most vile of creatures that would steal a child from its mother then hide the fact from the child
The child saw her mother in her own smile, the girl heard her mother in her own voice, in her tinkling laughter
The child saw her mother in her own heart, soul, and spirit
The crone saw this too
In the very moment
The crone raised her hand to fatally dispatch this stolen child
Her soul within her evil heart and body returned to mortality
Enough to cause life to leave
Death encroached
There, lays the crone to this day gazing up at her satin ceiling listening to the world change all around her
While the stolen child has children and grandchildren and great grandchildren and great great grandchildren of her own
One day the crone is set free from her enclosure
The girl is already ready
She is the Anti Adopted One.
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