Well! Once again, I have been very slow at updating. I feel so ashamed... I am also working on the next chapter for my other fanfic but weirdly enough I can't seem to keep my OC in character. That should be impossible, I know, but I wanted him to remain one way but I can't figure out how to make the story progress without him acting out of his planned character. D: But that's not the point obviously because this is another fanfic. :D And I was thinking about writing a few oneshots outside of my current two fanfics, (although these are technically oneshots...) but I am not good at writing oneshots, but I can't ever seem to keep following through with my stories like Dimensional Rip at all because I get bored of it quickly. I need to figure out how to keep myself interested or fit everything that I want to write into oneshots. D:

Btw, I might write a Halloween oneshot for Goose Girl. Maybe. I don't know...


A young girl is cursed to never become a woman, and when the mother lies dying of old age, she cuts her wrist and washes her daughter in the blood, and the curse is undone.(page 66)


A girl sat upon a stool, looking cute as was expected for a girl of her age, ten. Or rather, a day before she would be ten. Her eyes shone with joy, as she spoke with her parents.

Her parents, however, had a different look on their faces, though the girl didn't see. Tomorrow will be the last day... they thought with dread.

Nine years and 355 (A/N is that right? Or was a year 355 days?) days ago, a joyous celebration had ensued to celebrate the birth of a baby girl. The ten-day-old baby cooed with delight, at least for a while. But then, the door opened, and in entered a young woman cloaked in black who lurked in the corner, effectively clearing out anyone who'd been standing there before with her frightening presence.

The child was utterly still, and stared in terror at the woman, who at last remarked haughtily, "What an impertinent child, staring at me in such a way!" the woman drew herself up to her formidable height and pointed at the child in a black-gloved hand. "Foolish child, for trying to stare at me in the face, you shall never grow past the age of ten!"

Every person in the room gasped, save for the child who went back to sleep.

With a "Humph!" the woman swept out of the room, black cloak streaming behind her.

Both of the parents interpreted it to be "the child shall die when she turns ten." And so treasured every moment with her, and the child grew up happy and carefree.

Now, it was time to give her up, or so the parents thought...

The next morning, the girl woke up bright and early, and awoke her parents.

"It's a miracle! She's alive!" The parents exclaimed in delight and hugged her adoringly.

Life faded back to its normal routine for 3 years after that, but then her parents began to see problems.

The girl was still exactly the same as she had been on her birthday. Same height, no growth at all. No pimples, zits, acne, breast growth, hair growth, crabbiness, moodiness... all the things that were supposed to come with aging didn't come. Her parents were worried, but tried to assume that she was just a late bloomer.

5 years later, she was 18 but still was the exact same. Her parents were despairing over her inability to grow but could do nothing. It was then that her mother, 40 years old at the time, remembered the black-cloaked woman from 8 years ago, and the words she had spoken. "You shall never grow past the age of ten!" echoed in her mind. Horrified, she told the father, and they were equally upset, but if this was a spell, what could they do to break it?

Many more years passed, until finally the father had passed away, and the mother was so old she would soon be lying on her death-bed, and yet the still-young girl remained cheerful and childish the whole time, not changing at all in manner or speech or appearance.

Then, rumors of a witch-woman passed through the small town, and the mother was elated. "Finally, maybe she can be cured!" the mother thought, and she forced herself to hobble to the town.

Indeed, when she saw the witch-woman, clothed in all black, she was quite surprised and happy. However, upon seeing the woman's face, her bright feeling faded. No matter how the mother tried to twist it, this witch woman was most certainly different.

"Do you know of a girl cursed to be ten forever?" The mother was still slightly hopeful, though.

"Yes, there was one such case caused by my stupid sister." The witch-woman looked annoyed at the thought of her sister.

"Can you cure her?" The mother was ecstatic. Maybe a cure was soon at hand!

"It will require lifeblood." The woman looked dark. "She made the curse so secure, only the blood of a dying one close to the recipient can cure it."

"No matter, I will die soon anyhow." It was a quick decision. An old life in return for a young was sensible.

"Then drink this." The woman handed her a vial, with dark purple liquid.

"What is it?" Slightly suspicious, the mother peered at it.

"A special poison that gives you painless death after a set amount of time. It will also enchant your blood so that, if your daughter is touched by it, the curse will be undone and she will be saved."

Taking a deep, steadying breath, the mother downed it. It was oddly thick, and nearly made her choke on its weirdly spicy sweetness. Then, all of a sudden, she was fine again. Like nothing happened...

With a faint, forgetful "Thanks..." the mother wandered back home. It took her several minutes longer than usual, but not too bad.

Arriving at home, she immediately fell asleep.

Days after, time seemed to move slower and slower for her. "Tired..." she'd mumble, then "Sleepy..."

She couldn't seem to focus anymore... finally, one day she fell over, collapsed, and when she opened her eyes hazily again, she saw what was left of her family around her bed. "I'm... dying..." she croaked.

"Knife..."

"What?" One of the random family members asked, but her daughter immediately went to get one, and handed it to the mother.

Slitting her wrist, blood that was pure, bright red, and yet glowed purple slid from the cut, landing on the child. No pain reached the mother, who's eyes closed and fell asleep for the final time.

"Ah!" Everyone in the room besides the daughter cried out, but the daughter stared, transfixed by the blood, as it dripped on her...

Days later, people began to notice small, almost unnoticeable changes in the daughter, and as more time passed, it became obvious that the daughter had begun to age once more.

Years later, the daughter stood by her mother's grave, her children and husband by her side. "Thank you, dear mother, for finally undoing the curse that had been done to me. I love you." Each person tossed flowers upon the grave, and up in Heaven the mother smiled down at her daughter, a lovely fair woman now.


So.

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