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to start at the beginning.
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LONDON BRIDGE IS FALLING DOWN
FALLING DOWN
FALLING DOWN
LONDON BRIDGE IS FALLING DOWN
MY FAIR LADY
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He remained silent. He had to. He couldn't break the rules again. Break the rules, his father had said, and we'll break you. His father always kept his promises. To him, at least. Other times, he acted as if he was blessed by Loki, his silver tongue showed no bounds. He lied and lied, and nobody ever doubted his father.
Until, one day, he was taken away. That day, his mother had no expression, as the man with the strange eyes took his father away. That man wasn't a hero, not by any means. That man wasn't kind, he did bad for good, always for good. No matter, the boy thought, because regardless of whether the man was good or bad, light or dark, that man was his saviour, and he'd never forget his saviour's name.
His father tried to fight, of course. Pavol Klement was a liar, first and foremost, but if his lies didn't work, he could very well be a fighter. This, the boy knew. His father tried his best, but his best, fortunately, was not enough. Not enough to defeat this man who had captured those like Pavol, killed those like Pavol, and have taken down people much worse, much more dangerous than he.
He couldn't stop the tears from falling. Not because he was saddened by his father's capture. No, he simply couldn't contain his relief. His father had been toxic, though his mother was not much better. For once in his life, the scars beneath his clothes no longer ached. Not for long.
His mother, her face revealing nothing of her emotions, was still. She looked like a doll. Beautiful, delicate, heartless, and cold. A shiver of fear had crawled up his spine at the thought of her rage at his father being captured.
Pavol Klement may have been dangerous, but Angelica Klement was much angrier, much more terrifying than he. For she was a warrior before she was a liar, and she was fierce.
When he was seven, his worst fear had disappeared. Luckily, his other tormentor's spirit left along with him.
He saw his first glimmer of hope. He didn't see it again.
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HICKORY DICKORY DOCK
THE MOUSE RAN UP THE CLOCK
THE CLOCK STRUCK ONE
THE MOUSE RAN DOWN
HICKORY DICKORY DOCK
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They told her to run. They told her it was like hide and go seek. They told her it was a game. They told her to wait for at least three hours before she came out.
It was midnight when they woke her up and told her that. She was still waiting for them to come to find her. She was still hiding in the attic. It's been hours. She's hungry. She wants food. She's scared.
So, so scared.
They told her it was a game. She knew they were lying. She knew it wasn't a game.
It started to smell funny. She thinks it might've been almost a day.
She wondered why they lied to her. Her parents don't lie. Never. Not to her. They always joked that they couldn't lie because of their scarves. Yellow and black. It wasn't yellow and black. It was green, she saw it, and it was green. Green.
Her parents always told her stories, about the castle. It had ghosts, and talking pictures, and moving staircases. They told her it was like another home. She wanted to go there, like her parents, and get a scarf like theirs. Yellow and black.
She heard a scream. Instinctively she called out, maybe it was one of her parents?
It was her mommy's mean friend who wasn't so mean anymore. Her mommy's friend took her away.
But she saw their parents. They were green, like the light. Their eyes were scary.
She puked.
She was too young. Only eight. Too young.
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TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR
HOW I WONDER WHAT YOU ARE
UP ABOVE THE WORLD SO HIGH
LIKE A DIAMOND IN THE SKY
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The Piersons were average. Normal. Sure, the maternal side was much more badass than the paternal side, but that wasn't quite "weird". They were normal.
Their eldest daughter was, decidedly, not. When she had tantrums, things would blow up. When she was happy, the candy would rain from the ceiling. When she was sad, people turned pink.
They were a close-knit family. Their extended family lived not a block from them. They had to come up with creative solutions for when she'd have her...moments.
She was their star. She shined so brightly. They knew she'd have a bright future.
Their little star.
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ROSES ARE RED
VIOLETS ARE BLUE
SUGAR IS SWEET
AND SO ARE YOU
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His father left when he was young. His mother, Emerson Dempsey, simply said that she didn't know where he was going, but hoped that he'd see the devil there.
His mother was a kind, kind woman. She raised beautiful creatures. Some had horns, others had feathers, others scales, she loved them all. She taught him to love them too. She taught him love, patience, beauty, and so much more.
She was so kind.
But he looked just like his father.
And even she couldn't resist the small flinch when she saw that man instead of her son.
That hurt.
But she was his mother. So kind, sweet, and beautiful...
He loved her regardless.
As they sat together, he could see the caution in everyone's eyes.
He knew they'd all seen pain. They'd been hurt.
That's the only reason why he'd stick around for this particular train wreck.
Author's Note:
heheh... yeah, i'm switching things up. this thing, i actually drew up a plot. most of the time i kind of just...wing it.
as you can see, i don't know how to prologue, but hopefully this is good enough.
i hope it serves it's purpose in giving them backstory.
and yes, i know i only used pronouns for them. that's because i want to see if i'm good enough that you'll end up figuring out who's who.