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𝑎 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒
𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨; 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄. it loomed over her as the night had gone colder. shakier at best. she had lost all feeling in her feet. the needles had given her a break as her footprints attracted burden to the trees as they tried to enjoy the pain that was brought to her.
the poor girl kept hearing noises in the sky but the green castle looked over her. it was hopeless at this point. tears streamed down her face as she pushed open the doors of the castle just for her to fall on the floor as soon as the doors open.
screams left her mouth over and over again as more tears streamed down her face. it sounded like bloody murder but i couldn't say anything back to her so i watched her. observed her as she kept screaming for help but no one answered. the fog would be coming again. she wouldn't make it if it did.
she had a pair of red ruby slippers that sat besides her as she kept crying. but she was not crying and screaming towards a figure as it stood at the top of the staircase. it was dark in there the trees were smiling outside as they knew what would happen to the girl. they enjoyed it. i couldn't look any longer but i still did.
the figure approached her as the girl kept screaming for help. she didn't want to be in the castle anymore she entered the wrong one. it was the wizards castle not the witches. she needed to see the witch not the wizard.
the figured walked down the stairs slowly as her heart pounded faster as she started scooting back towards the door as they slowly started to close. a figure was supposed to come out and save her. where was he at this moment in time ? we all wondered even the figure.
i saw her let at one last scream as the doors closed. it was to late. the flying monkeys hit their heads against the closed wooden doors as her tears stopped. yelling and bounding was heard on the other side of the door. the person who was supposed to save her was to late.
we all were. unless he decided to spare her and not hang her up like tapestry.
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