There will be cult stuff so you may not want to read this if you are religous or maybe you do, it is your desision, though I would not advise it! Your welcome for the warning, please enjoy (unless you end up not reading)

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Every thing was dark, I didn't know where I was, the lights were dimed and it was freezing. I wrapped my arms around my legs and curled into a ball, I didn't want to be here, it was scary, where were momma and pappa? I wanna get back to my soft bed with the rag doll teddy momma made for me, his name was snuffles, he was a green and purple tigger, when ever momma yelled at me and told me to go away, or when pappa hit me, he would always be there to cuddle, he was nice, my sissy; Lora-anne, she was nine, wasn't nice though, she would grab me by the neck and shove my head under the lake five minutes or would force me to sleep outside, I usually got atacked by the animals, my bubba, Jassarn, he was thirteen, he was okay, he let me sleep in his bed sometimes and would fefend me sometimes, but then when I was too clingy he would pick me upp by the neck and tie me upside down on a tree, sissy ended up beating me with a branch if I was out there long enough.

"Momma, Pappa, Sissy, Bubba? Why am in a cage? who are the scary people?" I quried as the unknown people slowly strided towards towards the cage, the unsettling people were cloaked in a navy-blue fabric, with hints of stingy, golden lace at the tips, they all wore a white beaked mask that didn't cover the mouth and had blank, black, pit-like mesh orbs as eyes and draped around their neck, was a large, chained, sliver skull with threatening ruby-red jewled eyes, shimmering dangerously in the muted light the torches on the cracked stone brick walls were emmiting.

My mother came forwards, holding a large, black leather book, she stood at a large, obsidian altar and unlocked the rusted, copper lock binding the book shut, she sat the book down on a stand, shaped her hands in a odd-looking triangle-like shape and cried out, "Our savour, Please, we beg of you, take this new vessel, to care out your wish of the murder of all the hell-forsaken non-belivers of todays imperfected world, take this misled child and guide him in the correct direction... your direction, this soul has been decieved by the wicked heathens of todays day and age for so, so long, please, help himunderstand we are not a cult... we are the future.

"Us, your friends, your family, ask you to take this deluded child and advise him in the correct ways of the world, please. long live the all mighty Wither Storm, peace to you and let the Witherling, us understand why we are so... imperfect, so it be."

I was baffled, I was being sacrificed by my own parents, why was I being gifted to a fake god? Do they not care for me? Do they want me dead? Do they not love me?...

As all these vivid thoughts twirled themselves around in my mind, a white-purple flash was pouring out of a large statue of the same wither skull on the pendants, exept this one had dark purple amethist's as eyes The light was blinding and was hurting my brain, I continued to curiously gaze directly into the blazing gleam, I stared, not daring to look away, I don't know why, I just felt that if I did, hell would rein down upon me. I suddenly felt asthough gaping at the harsh light was terrible idea. I attempted to turn around but I was instead pulled close, my skin pressing against the steaming bars, I was screaming in agony as my soft, pale was being burnt to a crisp, I could see my parennts, they were... smiling? it wasn't a 'Im sorry' smile, it was a wicked, 'no mercy' smirk. The door of the cage was swiftly yanked off and I was rooted out by an invisible force, I was floating mid-air, my lungs begging for freedom.

I abruptly felt a flame erupt in the center of my forehead, I was now sobbing from the pain.

I knew what was happening, I've seen so many of the markings, I was always forceed to watch and stare in horror as a child or adult, sometimes even new borns were dragged out by the neck and beaten to half-death, spat and scorned and scoffed at like a scum beneath their feet. I knew I was being sarificed to the Wither Storm, it wasd just shocking...

It wasn't fair. I wwas five when this happened, FIVE! rap that around lucky skull.

That was the day when I lost hope, the day I lost my parents, the day I lost everything.

I hope you enjoyed, I liked writing the first chapter the most!

835 words!!!

Bye!!!!