It was a dark night, darker than most, with barely any stars. The Big Bad Wolf walked first into the Old Witch’s little home and was then followed by the Ugly Stepsister. They sat there for a time, just staring at each other in shock.
“Well, at least it wasn’t me.” The Stepsister said selfishly, looking away and fixing the black ribbon in her hair. “We’ve had our moments of silence for the little cretin. Can we get on with it now?”
“Yes. We can.” The Old Witch said as she stopped pacing and sat down as well. “Who shall it be?”
“Well, I think it’s pretty obvious.” The Big Bad Wolf snarled. He looked at the Ugly Stepsister and asked slyly “Would you like to do the honours tonight?”
She sat there with a small smile on her face and adjusted her ribbon once again. “Happily.” She said before stepping out of the little home and into the night.
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The Fairy Godmother sat in her treetop once again, snacking on some small pastries. She was reading a letter given to her by the wielder of the looking glass and was writing two copies of a reply. She was very hopeful, for not only had they gotten their first evil doer, but she and the wielder had a new ally in the Huntsman. Things were finally looking as if they could go well. Suddenly she heard some rustling in the bushes below, and she knew what was coming. She used her magic to send off the two finished letters. Then she waited.
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The villagers awoke to the first gloomy morning in a long time. They all gathered yet again in the town square, all knowing that something quite terrible must have happened that night. After a quick glance it became obvious who was missing.
They began walking around checking the usual spots. This missing villager was nowhere to be seen. They kept walking and searching. Then finally someone spotted something.
“Look! There’s someone up in that old tree.” Inziladun pointed as the rest of the village gathered around him. They took a closer look and it became obvious it was who they were looking for. For a few minutes they thought perhaps she was just sleeping, but then they saw the bluish tint of her skin. They looked over her, trying to figure out how she had died.
“That ribbon, around her neck.” Lari pointed out. “It must have been used to strangle her.”
The villagers nodded and were about to leave when they spotted a scrap of paper on the ground. Kath picked it up and looked closely. “All I can read is Dear Fairy Godmother.”
They all gasped. This had been the one who had sent them that letter with Wilwarin that first day. The one who had been trying to protect them. They all took one final glance at her and then finally turned to leave. The relief from their previous Day’s victory was gone.
Eomer stayed behind once again with his handy shovel. “Poor Izzy.” He said before getting to work.
The dead:
Nienna - hung Day 1 - ordinary villager
Lommy – mauled Night 2 – ordinary villager
Mith - lynched Day 2 - Fair Maiden
Boro88 – yum, frog legs Night 3 – Frog-Prince
Sally – died of shear sorrow Night 3 - Princess
Shasta - shot by arrows Day 3 - ordinary villager
Gwath – defeated Night 4 – Prince Charming
Greenie – chopped up by the Robber Bridegroom middle of Day 4 - Cinderella
Aganzir - eaten by the kitties Day 4 – Rumpelstiltskin
Izzy – strangled Night 5 – Fairy Godmother
The living:
Nerwen - bookmaker
Eomer - gravedigger
McCaber - humble shopkeeper
Mira - apothocary
Gaurcrist - blacksmith
Kath - restaurant owner
Inziladun - shruberrer's apprentice
Fea - Storyteller
Lari - fortune teller
the phantom - the crazy book liberator
Now Day 5. You may discuss.
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Comme une étoile amarante Comme un papillon de nuit C'est la lumière qui m'attire La flamme qui m'éblouit Fenris Muffin
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