High school story's are all about the under dog winning or the beauty queen staying the queen.

Cheerleaders cheer, football players play and geeks are forgotten left to the shadows.

No one can drag them selves up from the bottom, they put you there and that is where you stay.

Did the fantasy by Disney stop your touch with reality?

Nobody ever gets the girl, they good guy dies and evil always wins!

You can't tell who's the bad guy they don't walk around in black and kick animals and you can't tell who the good guys are they don't smile and look like angels on earth.

Life's popularity contest why fight it? Why not give up and lead and meaningless life shunned and on the sidelines.

Kill yourself its one less mouth to feed in this bleak world.

I'm morbid and far too cynical for my own good, but you would be to living through the shit I have.

Picking up this story you have to admit that maybe there is a second chance for those who would be dead, who would harm themselves and others.

The freaks, the geeks the ones people laugh at openly not with the courtesy to talk behind there backs.

We all need a chance to be a hero, to mean something to someone.

And we all do……………..to someone.

This story does not start in any human known world but in

Land of what you would know to be fairy tales I guess.

But these are not the three pigs and Cinderella, ever read sleeping beauty? Not the kiddies version I'm talking about the real one with the prince who rapes sleeping beauty (by the way not her name) and leaves her pregnant with twins.

Now in our world the princess is awoken and the prince marries her, lets get some sweet romantic sighing here.

But not the way in this world I am afraid.

This is the truth

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Princess Aanandini struggled feebly against the bounds that held her tied down to the bed, even through the drugged haze she knew what was about to happen to her.

The guards stationed at each bedpost had dropped to there knees, heads bowed and the chanting of the high priestess Sirena-Magomie got louder and louder till her penetrating voice was all that filled the room.

"VALSHARESS! UdosBELBAU ULUDOS NATHA jalil DEL valsharen vlos" The walls of her chamber shook, and some of the lesser priests dropped to there knees and began to pray for safety. Aanandini did not pray, she was resolved to her fait. To be a vessel for the dark ones children, she cursed those who had betrayed her. She had been riding with her guard and maid when they reached a place of the woods she did not know, the maid had pulled her from her horse and slit the guards throat. She had promised the same fait for Aanandini but the elf princess was needed, only one of pure royal blood could serve the term needed to carry a demon's child.

The sky began to darken to a deep purple black.

The Gurau, huge silver talon'd birds that stalked the countryside, stealing babes from mothers arms and sheep from field, flapped there wings and took of into the night like giant stone gargoyles taking to flight.

And the sound of footstep neared her bed.

Sirena-Magomie appeared at the bedside, with her a drow worrier, with long black hair platted and tied with charred and burning flesh, his nightmare black armour was flaked with blood and he held a slit wrist out and pressed it to Aanandini's mouth.

She resisted but the oozing flowed forced its self inside her mouth and down her throat.

Sirena-Magomie's scarlet nails scratched her skin opening wounds and the dark worrier's drank from them as Aanandini screamed and shirked.

Her skirt we're roughly pushed up around her waist and the dark worrier forced her legs apart.

"Hold her still" he barked at Sirena-Magomie, and then Aanandini screamed as he forced himself inside of her, tears rolled down her cheeks and she sobbed at the pain and the worthlessness of her body.

Sirena-Magomie licked away the tears, laughing at her once mistress's predicament.

Blood coated the insides of her thighs and the pain was almost unbearable, Aanandini floated away from her body not wanting the feel the pain.

She had been innocent, awaiting her promised marriage to lose that innocence and now as the worrier emptied his seed inside of her, Aanandini knew she would carry child.

She came back to her senses with a whimper and heard for the first time the battle cry's and the sound of a battering ram pounding against wood, the dark one and his priestess we're gone and Aanandini was free from her bonds.

Her father and his army had come to save her, but they had come to late, curling into a ball Aanandini cried softly to her self.

But she placed a hand on to her stomach, imagining it swelled with child, the babe could mean destruction to her world.

Aanandini would not allow the dark ones to clam her child, it would be half of her and she would protect from all forces good and bad, till it chose its own path.