• The steps echoed , foot by foot, as she passed. Her sandals distinctly 'click-clacking' as she went by everyone.

    She was nothing but a lowly outsider, trash in their perspective, for outsider's knew nothing but said insult.

    Her pink-stained lips were neither frowning nor smiling, simply neutral.

    Her brown dress swayed in the morning dew grass, and her waving, curly brunette hair flew. Her white lace shirt with gold bands glinted slightly.

    They knew of her kind. Her vile kind.

    Traveling moral-less kind. Insinuating mischief wherever their kind went. They meant no good value to their children.

    They scowled as she continued on her way. Further and further.

    And with each step, their faces turned into horror.

    Her steps became darker upon the land which she stepped...

    The land then turned less fertile....

    She turned towards them and pointed at them all.

    Endure, Suffer, Envious

    She grinned a wicked grin.

    Pain, Solitude, Unstability

    Her eyes turned darker and the clouds grew more frequent

    Do you know what true pain is, my friend?