The Moth

To whom it may concern:
If you are reading this, please have it be heard that my story was no accident, and what I'm about to tell you shall be used as evidence of my approaching doom. Please also note that this story may not have any bearings to you. If you do not know me you never will, which is good. So continue reading, for I have much to tell you

The moth.

It was a cool summer morning. I had been out here for 3 months today, living off the wilderness. I was a run away, if you will. I left my home alone in the dead of night, and took nothing with me but some spare clothes and some food from the icebox. There was something within that house that had been eating at me, making me sadder, more gray. Some had joked, saying that the beauty I once held had withered away in that gray despair, but I say not, for beauty is only skin deep. I had lived in what once, was a small town off the coast of Cyprus. It was a peaceful town, until my father had married the evil that I had once presided with. After she had moved in with my father, that's when it happened. The next few weeks everything was peaceful, until the local smith's daughter went missing. She was a lovely young lady, just entering her twenties, with beautiful golden locks that cascaded down her ivory shoulders. A few weeks after her disappearance and the town grew weary. She had been declared dead, he father weaping and drinking himself to sleep every night. That's when they started disappearing. After the smithy's daughter had vanished, the book keeper had gone, and so had the baker's wife. Then it had finally hit the village in the sore spot. My beloved sister, had disappeared. She was a gentle lady, with long ebony locks much like mine, her eyes a piercing sapphire. Her olive skin, so different from everyone else's. She was an exotic gem to most, and she had suitors a plenty. After that, my image had become gray. I felt no need to get dressed up, do my hair, and wear clothes a woman should wear. I knew that only a matter of time before I disappeared myself. So I took off in the night, not just to save myself, but to find all those girls, the beauties of our village, and save them from the impending doom that would befall them.

It was only within the first day of my journey that I found my first clue, a golden mirror. The exact same one the bakers wife had. I put it in my bag hoping to find something else, but alas weeks passed before I came across something that pointed me in the right direction. On a tree, not far from where I set up camp, was a piece of fabric. I'd know it anywhere; it was from the gown my sister had worn the night she disappeared.
My travels then took me to a small village along the coast. I had asked for an inn and any work I can do to pay off the fee. I had gotten a job at the town hall, cleaning. It was a long a vigorous week. But as I was leaving something caught my eye. A ring perfectly placed on a small branch of a tree. I walked over cautiously, realizing it was the smithy's work. I then realized what had happened. This monster, was leading me right to it. It was some kind of trick, but I had to find them. Even if it mean death.

I had just set up camp when I heard rustling from a nearby bush. I stalked towards it quietly, and then pulled out a man, around my age range. He had brown shaggy hair, and his eyes were a passionate brown. He was only slightly tanned, and I dropped him dangerously close to the fire.

"Who are you!" I demanded pulling out my knife.

"I'm your ticket to civilization." He said standing up and backing away from the fire. "Surely a beautiful lady like yourself shouldn't be out her all alone." He smirked and I grabbed him, putting the knife against his throat.

"I'm not going anywhere."