The 7th Claim
It's now 2 years that I've been taken, and 2 years since Wolfskin claimed that I was his and no other's. Matched! That's what he'd called it.
He'd wanted to bind me to him...to the Wolfskin. Aghast I'd rebelled. I'd be damned before I let him, before I give him any power over me...I swore to it.
He wishes me to submit, and he wishes me to concede. Never.
I'd tried for my freedom soon after their takings, but my attempt had been futile. "Take her to the tombs". That's what he'd ordered. To the place beneath the ground, their second sanctuary; away from the over-ground in which they act the jovial lords and lordships of the seven lands.
He may have this whole town fooled and cowardly bowing before his feet but, I know what he is...What they all are.
Such things should be contained.
Such things shouldn't even be allowed to breathe.
Such things should be annihilated! Or even better...devoured.
"Never look or even dare think to go beyond the forest wall child for...looks can be much deceiving. So deceiving that, the best way to keep something hidden, is to always keep it in sight." That was the heavy warning I'd received from Old-woman Grand-Mère to which-I HAD NOT HEEDED.
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