[venn1e]

Color.
Color dances. It flees and it flies, and it soars.
Color spreads across the lands.
Color lets us see things.
Color is magic.
That’s just common sense.

Once upon a time.
There was something in the woods.
And once upon a time.
A little girl went into the woods.
I’ll warn you now, this once upon a time doesn’t have a very happy ending.

Once upon a time, the something found the girl.
Once upon a time, the girl found the something.

Once upon a time, the girl tried to befriend the something.
Once upon a time, the something was hungry.

And once upon a wicked, wicked time, the something struck the girl.
Once upon a time, it sucked away her anger.
It stripped her of her happiness.
It boiled her fear into a stew and ate it for dinner.

Once upon a time, the girl was left with nothing but tears.
Blue.
Tears were blue.
Or, at least, they looked blue.
The girl didn’t know what color the tears were.

Once upon a time, there was a girl devoid of color.
Once upon a time, she even lost her blue.
Who took it?
The something, of course.

Once upon a time, the something fed on souls. And colors, and magic.

Once upon a time, the girl had a soul. She had colors, and magic.

I can’t remember that once upon a time anymore.

-Victim #5145 of the Soul Eater.