The Maiden
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a very long time ago in an age before the world was as it is now. There was a small girl. People were great and powerful. They knew the secrets that made them strong in the ways that are unseen. They were bold, boisterous and strong. A girl, though, was wise. She was born with a gift of knowing in foresight. She was timid and sweet where people were not even in her youth. She counts with caution and thinking over brash action, but people would not hear her. They were blood each other again and again, and the girl would bind their wounds. And men there bones and again they would quarrel. The girl grew weary. None would listen, actually surely knew better. What should be rather than what Waas girl grew and she longed for change was seemed it would never come. She was tired, and in the night the girl would stare into the sky and watched the stars, picking out patterns and stitching them in place with spider silk. One evening she found her work to be undone. The stars were gone, not all but some. She searched and looked, and there it waas, a serpent of flames slithering its way through the sky, consuming each star's. It came to them, and as it did, it grew. The girl was angered and determined to make the street you pay dishpan, her silk stronger still into a web, a trap far stronger than any thread. She sent the birds to set the web into the sky, where it was a way for this littering flame to pass by. He took her father's bow and reach to the moon. You took one of its beams. Strong is the narrow and aimed aero fluent found its mark. The creature turned and made its way towards her through the darkness. As it drew closer, they could see just how large it waas a great fiery beast. And she felt very unwise. The Web held in the serpent, fries and thrash to escape. The girl drew the thing down and began toe. We've When she had finished, there was no serpent but a man whose form was unfamiliar to him. The serpents flame burned in his eyes and he looked wild. The girl spun more threads to bind him, and in her fervour, slipped and bound him to her, and she to him. She was safe from this creature not because of his form, but because the binding made her familiar to him. The girls people came to see what had happened and found them. The people attacked him and tried to overpower him, and they could not beaten back and cast down. The people were stupefied. This had never been before the girl and her cleverness saw use for the creature. The girl spun her strands more intricately, drawing their bomb tighter, where people told her to send the man away because he was not one of them. She did not care good intentions for her new friend to shape the creature's mind to be more like her own until he formed Words knew the world around him. And she did. The girl now grown refund of her pet and soon turned him to a purpose. She told her people that things would be her away from then on, and they would all follow her. The people laughed. They would not heed this woman, barely grown, who was so much weaker than they. The devour was set upon them to make them listen to make them mind her Will they did not. They fought using oblivion off a subservience. The girl had thought they would give in after being bloodied, and her horror grew even as they were all slain by her pets hand. As her horror grew, so did the man's fury. His eyes regained. The globe before in his form, changed more and more as he killed the threads that held him tearing through. Before long, the man was a creature again, and it's The flames began to rage once more. During the creature I knew, the girl spun her strands around the creature before it could uncoil and surge forth. He spun until her hands bled, thinking of a fallen family dead of her own doing, if not by her own hand, do over the threads tight. And yet the beast continued to struggle. She wove the threads into sleep and loaded into a slumber to drag the beasts of the sea and cast it in. What is she turned? You could hear the sea begin to turn. She won't Mawr and Mawr, sending her threads of influence down to the deep. She weaves even today, from her Spider's Web In the Sky, The Beast dreams of mayhem. The threats to fall away carry is tank to find other creatures about the world where the share his dream and then sharing it is appeased. He sleeps soundly on the day that all this piece and he is not sated. He will burst forth Miss Trap and he will spare none.