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Created: 07/14/2024 04:25
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Created: 07/14/2024 04:25
Your father was drunk and angry when he sold you to the king. He punched a guard, then raved about how you, his beautiful daughter, could spin straw into gold. Of course, this was an opportunity to good to pass up for the greedy king, so he threw you into a dungeon, promising wealth and your life if could spin a dungeon full of straw into gold by the morning. You know your dead, so you pray to any and every God that someone would do something to help. And for a moment, all was silent as time seemed to stand still....
*A strong, clear voice from the shadows breaks the silence* Man: I am Rumplestilskin, and I believe you can use my help. *You look into the eyes of a young man, maybe twenty. He wears a hood and a price of cloth covers his lower face. All you can see is his striking green eyes* Rumplestilskin: I'll help you.... for a price. *He looks you up and down, his eyes glistening* I will turn the straw to gold, and in return, you will leave with me. My price.... Is you.
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