*hugs* Love you lots, Sorsha. I'll pick you anytime to play on my team if we have to do kickball! XD
This story was about a girl with wings. Rainbow-colored wings. Nobody else in her village had wings, so they thought that she was a freak and tried to cut off her wings when she was born, but they would always grow back. The other kids didn't like her and threw rocks at her. Nobody would play with her, and animals thought she smelled wrong.
One day, her father came into her room with rope and a burning torch. He said he was going to cut her wings off again and cauterize them so that they wouldn't grow back this time and she could be normal. If he succeeded in doing that, then maybe he could marry her off. Otherwise, he'd have to sell her to the gypsies for their freak show. He told her to hold her wrists so that he could tie them together, just like he did every time before that he'd made her go through the painful process.
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This story was about a girl with wings. Rainbow-colored wings. Nobody else in her village had wings, so they thought that she was a freak and tried to cut off her wings when she was born, but they would always grow back. The other kids didn't like her and threw rocks at her. Nobody would play with her, and animals thought she smelled wrong.
One day, her father came into her room with rope and a burning torch. He said he was going to cut her wings off again and cauterize them so that they wouldn't grow back this time and she could be normal. If he succeeded in doing that, then maybe he could marry her off. Otherwise, he'd have to sell her to the gypsies for their freak show. He told her to hold her wrists so that he could tie them together, just like he did every time before that he'd made her go through the painful process.
Instead, she flew away.