by ThatPersonWithaFace » Fri Jan 11, 2013 3:27 pm
Aghana followed a small game trail that she had often followed to a small pond that she often went to. This was the one place she went to without her father, she'd read about it in her mother's diary and had had find it, once she did she was as hooked as her mom was. When she got to the edge of the pond, in a bit of a hidden place near the mouth she sat down and pulled a retractable fishing rod out of her pack back and started to set it up.
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But in the corner, at the cold
hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with
rosy cheeks and with a smiling mouth,
leaning against the wall--frozen to
death on the last evening of the old
year. Stiff and stark sat the child
there with her matches, of which
one bundle had been burnt.
"She wanted to warm herself,"
people said. No one had the
slightest suspicion of what
beautiful things she had seen;
no one even dreamed of the
splendor in which, with her
grandmother she had entered
on the joys of a new year.
Pet's name: The Little Match Girl