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"This is a tale that has no name," she explained. "About one whom struggled to stay sane." The young woman closed her eyes and began to speak. "There were many who lived in this land of the humble and meek. It was quiet for many centuries until nightmare arrived. This nightmare took the form of an angry bull that wished to survive. He's fed off of anger and fear for centuries and centuries to come. And decided that this land shall be the last one. After this, he'd be done, for immortality would be his. The bull gave a smirk and roared, for there wasn't a second to miss… The roar thundered across the calm land, causing everyone to s

There once was a girl who lived in the Great Plains. Many had called her by the name of Jane. All those whom laid eyes on her would often swoon. For her gorgeous eyes shone like the moon. Her long, thick, straight hair was black as night. And the gowns she often wore were torn, for she had gotten into many fights. The mind and soul was as free as a bird. Jane had often refused to read and follow rules from word to word. While at home, where she feels all alone, her evil uncle resides. Blinded by greed and envy, the uncle decided that his life is something he can't abide. Although, living in a mansion with a great fortune indeed. B