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PREFACE

Soubi wanted something. Something people didn't want him to have. He would get it though, he knew he would. He would sacrifice himself, everything to have it. Here lies a tale of Trust, Betrayal, Courage, Paedophilia and Love.

Summary

'Well' said Charlotte as she reclined with a copy of 'Syren' Septimus Heap book five that she had been eagerly anticipating for several months. 'His hair is just TOO long, and besides, he's a paedophile.' This was young Charlotte's first response at the sight of Agatsuma Soubi, a lovely blonde haired man, who's sparkling blue eyes and intelligent nose stood out from across the kindergarten playground.

'Alas, he would be rather handsome if it were not for that grotesquely long hair. And look! He has lost his virgin ears! This is surely a sign of sexual deviance!'

Little did she know that this sexual deviant would soon become her closest and most intimate 'friend'. Here lies a tale of Trust, Betrayal, Courage, Pedophilia and Love.

Capítulo 1.

'My daughter Charlotte is not feeling very well' said Charlotte's mother to the male doctor. 'She has been complaining about pains in the stomach area'.

'Could it perchance be her menstrual cycle?' asked the aged but excited-looking man.

Charlotte blushed, embarrassed, as this was not the reason for her feeling as if she was 6 months pregnant.

Oh no, she had felt like this ever since she laid eyes of that gorgeous blonde haired angel.

'maybe I should check...' she heard the doctor call out in the distance, and the the murmur of agreement coming from her mother. But Charlotte was not concentrating on her present, physical world, but on the world that is real, but we cannot see. Her daydreams. The angel sings.

Two Days before

'Come along Charlotte, or you'll be late for cookery club' said an energetic teacher, as she skipped across the empty playground. Charlotte tried to keep up with her teacher's strides, yet she felt herself fall behind, as she struggled to fight against the prevailing wind. Charlotte had always been a weak child, and as she forlornly stared at her teacher and classmates, so far away, pinpricks in the bleak distance, she could not help but let a great anxiety wash over her. The wind, this fearsome beast battered her, she felt it brush past like a malevolent spirit seeking bitter revenge. It bruised her delicate visage, and as she outstretch her hands and wailed for mercy, she felt her body weight topple over, like the great toppling of Saddam Hussein's statue, and land in a desolate puddle of despair.

*an hour later*

She awoke to the smell of delicious spices, and a heavenly voice, slowly singing

'Kumbaya mi' lord, kumbaya.

Kumbaya mi' lord, kumbaya.

Kumbaya mi' lord, kumbaya...

Oh lawd kum baya.'

She had never heard something quiet so saintly and perfect in every way... With tremendous effort, she slowly started to open her delicate eyelids and she was greeted with a sight she never thought she would see. In all her lifetime, she would never forget this moment, as the clock struck 5, and the teacher removed the grotesquely made cookies from the oven... a momentous occasion was born... Like at the birth of Jesus Christ, the angels sang. Yet this time, they did it with conviction.

Caecilius est in horto.

I'm sorry this is short, but it's only the preface. I will be adding more chapters & the plot will deepen.

if I get at least one review I will carry on this 'story'!

Constructive Criticism is very welcome.

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