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Once upon a time,

A girl was born without a mother or a father,
Into a world which had stopped moving forward long ago.

She was found and raised by a nameless old man, who lived at the end of the world.
There stood castles and cities abandoned by mankind and forgotten by time.
The land itself was a relic of some distant past, covered in a shade of melancholic gray.
In that land, time flowed in a distorted way.
This in term, made the child grow up rather quickly.

Curious about her surroundings,
She left the house everyday, to explore and play in the ruins, which laid scattered along the wastes.
She had always known this distinct sense of solitude, never having seen another human being- Her only friends being the ravens, which were strangely drawn to her.

Flying in flocks, they always surrounded her wherever she went
Obediently watching,
Waiting for something to unfold.

The girl knew nothing about the old man or much less about herself.
She from time to time would ask him, but he would never give her an honest answer.
To her he had always been a mystery.
However, when she asked of the other lands, he would sit her down and tell her stories of the world which laid beyond "The End".
The stories were of majestic cities, populated with people and animals of all shapes and sizes.
The lands he spoke of were colorful and filled with wonders she had never known.
His words alone brought forth a picture of serene beauty, which left her in a constant aw.
But despite all of this, his stories always concluded with what seemed to be a warning:

"The world is a harsh and painful place, despite all of it's aesthetic glory.
Man gathers, Man makes, but Man also breaks."

He always managed to sum it up in a twisted way.
As if trying to tell her that the world was nothing more than a neatly made facade.
Yet, despite those words, she still dreamed of seeing that very same world some day.
Wanting to escape this melancholic haven she called home, she dreamed on.

Time flowed on.
Years passed by, until she finally came of age.
She had waited, encouraging herself until the day came.
She told the old man that she wanted to leave this place.
Wanted to see all there was to see.

Even in that dim light house, there existed a shadow, which crept behind the nameless old man.
A shadow which was angry, but yet to which the old man paid no attention.
He only sighed, after which he replied:

"Child who knows not the love of a father or mother,
I will let you leave if you so wish it,
But know that once you do,
This place will no longer be your home,
But just an empty land of ruin.

...I will not be waiting for you..."

She stood there wondering what to do -
To stay in this familiar gray solitude with the nameless old man who had raised her like his own daughter

-Or-

Travel to unknown lands, meet people and search for that something, she had only seen in her dreams.

Before she decided, she asked for one final story from the man:

"Tell me of your own life...
Tell me who am I...? "

The old man hesitated to answer, as if speaking his own name could kill.
He thought for a minute or two before saying the words which signaled the beginning:

"Once upon a time..."

It was the story of a boy born in a world which had stopped moving forward.
The boy was alone, supposedly raised by "Darkness" in a land, which had long since gone insane.
The boy grew up, traveled the world only to find himself lost amongst the crowds of men and women.
He found that he was far to different to live like them so he wandered for years on end.

The Darkness creeping up behind him - His eternal friend.
He found a place at the worlds end, which he could call home.
There he found a girl who had been born alone...
"The girl who was born lost"
those were the only words that had come to his mind that day.
He named her Light, for she was not something which belonged amongst the darkness.
That man was no longer alone.
He had a reason to live having found the "light" at the end of his dark "tunnel".
As for his name...

"...Wanderer..."

Abruptly followed by:

"The End..."

The story he told was nothing like the ones the girl had heard before.
All she did was look down, tears falling from her eyes like rain.
She managed to mutter out:

"...I'm sorry...
...Thank you...
...Goodbye..."

She strengthened her will, seeing as from now on she was going to need it.
She packed her things, then left the house, the ravens and the old man, all behind.

She said one final goodbye to that land, in which she had grown up.
To that land forgotten by man and by time.
As she crossed the boundary, the land behind her started to disappear,
Like a mirage it faded away,
Until nothing but darkness was left in it's place.

Now she was all alone,
With no place to call home.
But she walked on, determined to see the world.

The old man saw her off,
From the land that was slowly fading away.
He spoke one final phrase:

"I can only hope you will not come to regret this day."

Darkness then completely consumed the once gray land.
It's existence fleeted away like a distant mirage until there was nothing left...
A dark fairy tale is something I've been looking forward to doing for a long time. Hope it is enjoyed!
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Demonkitty66 Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2013
I think I'll actually save this one on my computer. From what I've read of yours, I love this one the most, and I can see myself reading it over and over more often than the others. I can't describe why I love it so much, I just... do. It's beautiful :'3
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realARTIZT Featured By Owner Jan 17, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Not bad. Not bad at all. I was not looking forward to reading a whole story (its hard to focus on a story online) but this was actually not bad. Pretty decent if you ask me :) you should've added a twist at the end. It seemed like it was building up to that kind of ending- it's good as is but I think that would've made it beyond epic :D
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gameofficial222 Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I chose not to end with a twist (like I do most of my other pieces) because there was just no need.
The ending got the message of the story across, mainly the heavy burden of making a choice which will change your life (along with accepting the consequences which follow with it) - Giving up on your past, knowing you can't go back even if things go wrong.
That is the main essence of the ending itself.
Still, i'm glad you found it a rather good read.
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realARTIZT Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
indeed i did ;D
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nekoangel1212 Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2012
This is a wonderful story. It flows amazingly. And over all I truly do love it.

The only error that I found was a small thing, which would be easy to do. I think you meant Her rather than he: She strengthened he(r) will, seeing as from now on she was going to need it.
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Thnerdinthcorner Featured By Owner Dec 11, 2012   Writer
This is really good! I truly enjoyed it!
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VShaw Featured By Owner Dec 11, 2012
You have such a wonderful imagination. Every sentence was simply captivating! As a reader, I was pretty much drawn in from the beginning. Such beautiful imagery too.

:)
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gameofficial222 Featured By Owner Dec 11, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
My imagination (for good or bad) can be classified as "something else" entirely. I sometimes surprise myself with the concepts and ideas which come to mind from out of nowhere, but I have always found it hard to turn those concepts and ideas into words - Most of the time my work feels "underwhelming" due to this, not to mention my rather shallow dictionary doesn't help at all.

Still, thank you! I'm glad it was to your liking :)
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DenVitaNarren Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2012
I should never have begun reading your works ... I'm now in the danger of doing nothing else; it's far to say that I've become addicted ... :D I'm now reading this instead of doing my school work; and that's has almost never happened before!

Hehe, yeah, what I try to say is that I think you're a wonderful writer! If you ever got anything published, which I am sure you will, I'll be there to buy the very first copy! :)

So, constructive criticism isn't my thing, so I cannot help you with your writing or anything, but I'm here to praise you. :D

"The girl knew nothing (about/of) the old man or much less about herself." Just a tiny typing error that doesn't affect the poem in any negative sense whatsoever. :)
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gameofficial222 Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you very much for the kind words and support. I'll do my best not to let you down. :D
Writing, for me, is a hobby and a means to express myself, so it's even more rewarding to see others enjoy what I've written. :)

Also, thank you for pointing the error out. I have the tendency to be quite the airhead when proof reading - I always miss something -.-
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