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What is the basic human need? Food, water? Possibly for the physical side of a human being, but the physical is irrelevant without the spiritual. Love, peace? Maybe, but feelings are meaningless and incapable without one thing:
A soul.
Imagine, if you will, a small decrepit house in the middle of a wood. Once upon a time this place might've been the scene for some kind of Fairy Tale but all Fairy Tales become forgotten eventually, and the characters and places left behind, absent of souls that they were once given by their storytellers, live what can be only called a life in the loosest sense.
One such character, Leni Tremaine, now sat in a corner of the dark and broken house. She sat hugging her knees, her long hair black and lank, just as everything around her, Her appearance was that of something out of a macabre black and white horror film, a harlequin doll, tossed aside in the corner of a room. But it was not always like this for Leni. Once upon a time her Prince had come to visit her every day at the exact time everyday: 3:14pm. She would have tea set out on the table and a plate of biscuits, 7 exactly. They would take it in turns to eat one, and he would always insist she ate the odd one at the end.
But one day he didn't arrive. Nor the next day...and eventually Leni lost her purpose, her soul. And her perfect world came tumbling down, her beautiful clothing and house left to waste away, just like the forest around her, for they too, lost their purpose the day she lost hers. For you see, any story that becomes forgotten and is never told to small children as they fall asleep loses it's necessity, it's characters die in time and so does everything around them...but there was something different about Leni...although she would never admit it, and, despite having lost her soul, deep inside her heart there was still one small spark of hope, the one thing that comforted her, the one thing that let her hang on to her broken life.
But on her own, Leni lacked the will to nurture and fufill that hope, but as fate would have it, a small child wondered into her imaginary forest and noticed the curious little house and the curious little girl who inhabited it, and with with four words made that hope blossom and grow: "I want to help."
A soul.
Imagine, if you will, a small decrepit house in the middle of a wood. Once upon a time this place might've been the scene for some kind of Fairy Tale but all Fairy Tales become forgotten eventually, and the characters and places left behind, absent of souls that they were once given by their storytellers, live what can be only called a life in the loosest sense.
One such character, Leni Tremaine, now sat in a corner of the dark and broken house. She sat hugging her knees, her long hair black and lank, just as everything around her, Her appearance was that of something out of a macabre black and white horror film, a harlequin doll, tossed aside in the corner of a room. But it was not always like this for Leni. Once upon a time her Prince had come to visit her every day at the exact time everyday: 3:14pm. She would have tea set out on the table and a plate of biscuits, 7 exactly. They would take it in turns to eat one, and he would always insist she ate the odd one at the end.
But one day he didn't arrive. Nor the next day...and eventually Leni lost her purpose, her soul. And her perfect world came tumbling down, her beautiful clothing and house left to waste away, just like the forest around her, for they too, lost their purpose the day she lost hers. For you see, any story that becomes forgotten and is never told to small children as they fall asleep loses it's necessity, it's characters die in time and so does everything around them...but there was something different about Leni...although she would never admit it, and, despite having lost her soul, deep inside her heart there was still one small spark of hope, the one thing that comforted her, the one thing that let her hang on to her broken life.
But on her own, Leni lacked the will to nurture and fufill that hope, but as fate would have it, a small child wondered into her imaginary forest and noticed the curious little house and the curious little girl who inhabited it, and with with four words made that hope blossom and grow: "I want to help."
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It's pronounced Lay-Nee, so I'm told. XD
Leni Tremaine (c) Me and oathkeeper-auctor.
Leni Tremaine (c) Me and oathkeeper-auctor.
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Whee.