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It was a horrible day in Victorian Manchester. The streets were writhing and squirming with vermin. But the most horrifying sight was the sacrifice block. It was standing there adorned in black and gold. But the sacrifice was not an animal; it was a little girl of 10 named Elizabeth. Her family was there, her sister Rachel, a girl of 14 with flowing black locks and blue eyes, she was dressed head to toe in midnight blue and had a small sapphire hanging round her neck,her mother Victoria, a woman of 30 with dark brown hair and amber eyes, tall and slender with a beautiful face, she wore nothing but red, apart from her emerald set bracelet, that glinted in the daylight, she wasforlorn,and her father Jack, a man of 31, brown hair and green eyes with the most handsome face. Elizabeth was dressed in grey; her hair was black, her eyes, the coldest shade of blue showed fear, her lips were almost white with terror. She was being carried on a ceremonial chair, black, and gold.
The ceremony master took the knife, a gold handle set with rubieswith a long, sharp,engraved silver blade. Elizabeth was now lying down on the block; her hair was flying in the wind, her eyes were closed and she was crying.
The master approached her with the knife; he called outthe words "I give to you thy lord this sacrifice of a child, to live in the heavens beyond earth, to escape this realm and to prevent evil spiritsprevailingthy land." He then took the knife to her throat and slit it. The crowd cheered and jeered whislt her blood, now running cold was dripping down her pale neck, slowly but surely.It seemed thatonlyElizabeth's familywere saddened by this. Theytook her body home and buried her under a weeping willow.
But little did they know what had happened.
The next day the knife had disappeared and so had the ceremony master.
oooohhhh what do you think peepy's? should i carry on?
Ashykinssss!
