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The Hood (The Fairy Tale)
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 Created on 1-31-08
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Once upon a very dark time a great city stood proud and strong. It was filled with men women and children. But the men were proud with their technology and weapons and thought themselves superior to all other races and genders. The women and children were treated with violence and with spite. The men dominated the city doing unspeakably cruel things, but soon the women had enough.
Together the women formed a secret society. As a sisterhood, that was code named the hood, they began drawing plans against the harsh male rulers of the city. Starting small they began to hunt down and kill the main leaders secretly in the dead of night. For each assassination one of the women would don a red hooded cloak and murder the target. The victims body would be found in a street somewhere the next morning with multiple stab wounds in the head and chest. Many men were killed and every woman got their chance to prove their worth and wear the red cloak in the dead of night to destroy the enemy.
The Hoods number grew intensely as time wore on, as the younger generations began coming apart of the sisterhood. Those of the sisterhood became bonded in a strange way, and they began to exhibit strange abilities not known to them before. They took hold of their new abilities and increased the number killings. The men of the city searched and searched fro the serial killer, labeling him as a threat to their whole city and its “ utopian” state. However, none of the men suspected that it was the women who were behind the attacks. The men were blinded by their own arrogance and pride.
The city was then, soon plagued by an invisible wall division, the sisterhood and the men. There was not a woman in the city that did not play apart in the sisterhood’s actions, and the men were still clueless. The women grew in strength and pride, and it became no longer enough to work in the shadows.
On a cold night the women left their veil of secrecy each bearing a red hooded cloak and started the last battle. The sister hood verses the rest.Both sides fought in blind arrogance and naivety. The men saw not what their follies had been and the women did not see that they had become what they had been trying to defeat.
The battle lasted for four days and there was much bloodshed and death. The children of the city terrified by the actions of their parents fled the city, to escape the madness that had possessed their parents. From a near by forest the children watched the fighting from up in the trees. They saw the fighting and all of the destruction. On the fourth day a storm came and from the sky came hail and lightning, thunder and rain. city in the misted of battle was stuck by seven bolts of lightning. The city caught fire and all was destroyed. The buildings and all the people who took place in the battle were destroyed in the fire.
The children who look upon the fallen city left in silence. None went back to the city and all found lives for themselves elsewhere. But remnants of the men of that city, and also of the sisterhood remained in the hearts of the children even as they grew old. Some things of the past cannot be erased and some memories of feelings cannot be forgotten.
This city no longer stands but its story in the hearts of the children. All those children did pass on but they passed down the follies of their parentage to their children, who passed it on to their children. To each generation it became more and more a story until it was just a bedtime fairy tale. But even after all that time old grudges were kept and the powers of the old city grew again in to the descendants of the fallen city. Though none knew that the city’s tale was true, the evils of it still clings to the hearts of the people, and will one day rise up again.
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Please Login to post comments| On February 3rd 2008 Seraph311 Said : | |
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I like the premise of this one, but the narrative is a bit generic, and I think that it should have been longer and explained in greater detail. However, your imagination warrants respect, particularly in regards to the parallel you've drawn. |
