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« on: February 06, 2014, 01:54:11 am »
The night, so devilish in it's appearence, so lovely in it's grandeur of evil. The night gives me the strength, the strength to do my deeds. These deeds, not like most, have to be done, for my evil must exist, for if we did not, your miserable lives would have no meaning, for what is life without fear of death, and pain. So here I am, my evil even is of something that my own self can't believe that this is necessary, but I have no choice, my soul has been sold, my mind controlled, my self a vessel for evil. For my job is to be a child of the night, the prince of darkness, so help me God, for my life is damned. For no one can save me now.
I looked at the small well, how could I have been so stupid not to bring the bucket up. Miss Hander would kill me if she found this out. As I ran to pull up the bucket, I heard in the distance a loud yell. It was Miss Hander, I could barely understand it but it sounded like she needed my help. I let the bucket drop down the well, and I ran to the old cottage. I saw the door was open, I could hear Miss Hander humming a tune. I ran inside, and saw her making some Dariage. I went over to her, and said,"You called, milady" She turned around, her appron soiled with brown greese spots. "Here take these to Jakeri as fast as you can, and after that, go to the barn, and fix that bustes door" She ordered me as she gave me the dariages. As I hurried off I could hear her yell "Hurry back before night, it is not safe!" I knew this already, but why after hearinf that same thing a hundred times, that it now have a meaning. I soon saw Jakeri's house. The sun now setting.
