sorry about spelling and grammar i'm dyslexic
once upon a time. there was a girl.
and she was born on a cold rainy night when the angles were to busy to be there to take such a horrid life away before she could take her first breath and her mother took her last. he hair as black as cole and eyes as red as blood, fangs and claws as sharp as a wolfs, and he wings and tail as inhuman as the way she was treated. and for this reason the girl was locked away in the town church never to be let out of the small room in which she grew.
and no one ever loved her, no one ever tried to help her, her only friend was the man in the moon who only spoke to her once on the day she turned five and gave her a name.
salena.
it took two years after that to escape the prison she was condemned to. to spread her wings and fly away because it took her that long to learn how to fly. at the age of eight when she walked the streets of a small town in germany she shall a black mare run by her. it was no bigger than the size of her hand, nor was it the first time she had seen one of the sand man's creations but she felt intrigued to follow it. to know where it was heading so she did.
she flew behind it slowly hoping it wouldn't see her. and i worked soon they were at the edge of town and the creature stopped in front of the woods. the small girl looked puzzled at this but did not turn to leave, not till he appealed, the boogeyman, pitch black.
salena was frozen where she stood looking up at the man who was to be the creator of nightmares but he did not look horrific no he looked sick as if he could collapse to the ground in front of her.
"bist du krank?" he looked at her with an amused look on his face and shook his head
"the question that should be asked girl is what are you?" she folded her wings around her shoulders and looked down at the freshly fallen snow.
"ein Monster" this caused pitch to laugh "we are all monsters dear child" he announced.
he stared at her as she shuffled her bare feet in the snow and a shiver ran up her spine. "you're pathetic" he told her before turning away she watched him go looking at where he stood not a second before the mare still there staring at her as if waiting for her to make up her chilling breeze knocked her ford and she began walking ford the small mare following her.
pitch stood by a lake when she approached him he looked down on her and asked "what is your name"
"salena"
"well salena let me tell you something trust is a horrid thing to give away" he spoke as they walked off into the night.
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translations.
bist du krank? - are you sick?
ein Monster - a monster