Prologue - MyrtlesDeath
There was a single statue in the garden which all the other knew. She stood alone with a sad look on her face. She stared up toward the sky, refusing to give the other statues even a sideways glance. When she came alive in the dark of night, she would keep to herself. Most of the others didn't mind. In fact, most of them were afraid of her.
But there were people who couldn't stand creatures like her.
A group of humans who knew more about the world aroudn them than they should. And they were determined to destroy anything which did not fall into their definition of normal. Anything that was non-human. No matter, good or evil, anything that was not what it was supposed to be was destroyed.Every statue in the garden was destined to come face to face with fate at some point but tonight it was the sad girls turn.
The group of four, not very large but more frightening than the strongest armies, walked through the gardens looking for their victim. They stepped on the remains of previous statues they had destroyed. It was only a matter of time before a god or goddes came down and was killed out of spite. They were all awaiting the day. Even the group.
They stepped up to the place where their victim lay on her pedistol, looking up at the sky as she always did. "Myrtle, it's time to die." The leader told her in his deep, rumbling voice.
She blinked her eyes as a tear slid down her cheek and turned her head to the men. "You cannot destroy what is already dead." She turned her face back to the stars again and closed her eyes. She started wishing for a happier life. A heart beat and a soul. A true love to hold her in his arms. Another tear slid down her cheek. This was fate. Fate she would never be with someone, for she was to die now.
The leader of the group pulled out his sword and raised it up above his head then with one swift, easy movement, he came down on Myrtle with it, cutting off her head. It rolled off the pedistol and fell to the ground, smashing into a million peiced. A single drop of a tear fell from the peice one of her eyes was on.
The leader turned back toward the others. "Let this be your final warning. Next time, everyone goes. No exception for man, woman or child. It will all be over!" With a flip of his black cape he stormed out with his flanks on his heels.
The other statues looked over at Myrtle, her headless body laying on the pedistol she once lay so proudly upon. For her, there would be no more dreaming of a better tomorrow. No more watching the overhead stars, wishing upon each one one.
Tonight they lost the sad girl they would alwasy hold in their non-existant hearts.
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