The life of a marionette. Part 3. A new beginning

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Short Story by: The Marionette.

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Status: Finished | Genre: Fantasy | House: Booksie Classic

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Well, as the saying goes, " Hope for the best, expect the worst"

Submitted: March 03, 2016

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After a few days travel from the discovery of the inscription, the patron thought of the meaning of it. "This doll knows pain of which no one knows." Did the burns have something to do with it? He knew not.

The only ones to remember far enough as to remember the doll were the Puppeteers. They never did like the doll, let alone the marionette. "For she lay as a corpse, lifeless, and her eyes glowed openly with light from the torch in his hand." The Puppeteers loved that verse, he did not know why... 'Twas a peculiar verse, never with context, instead with repetition. He thought that he may have heard the full poem once, and if so he remembered it no more.

The patron was ready to make amends with his mother, it didn't go well. His sister attempted to help, but it didn't. The mother (Let's call her Laura) she hated them both and simply died with no regrets, save for her inheritance. Laura didn't know how to write well, so a will was a no. So the crowned prince ,Feliciano, decided to split the inheritance between them. However the inheritance was the household and the money, gleefully he gave the household to the daughter and the money to the patron. The patron moved in with his sister, including the marionette of course. She was disturbed by the marionette, but the marionette thought all was fine, but of course it wasn't.

A few days later the tax collector came and collected 15% of the income and totaled roughly 10 thousand gold, " May your mother's soul be at rest at last." He said blissfully ignorant of their mother's brutality.