Story 13- The- Dress Part 3"Bellynn the Bard," the judge said before me, "You are guilty for assaulting 20 men of the force. Ten of them brutally injured and 10 of them injured.You are suspected of witchcraft and dark magic. As well as stolen possession. How do you plead?"
"Not guilty," I responded.
I looked out of the corner of my eye to see Lunadin, Guenevere and Godknocker standing in the crowd in front of me. I was having a trial in front of the whole town in town square. Anybody who was at the Moon Festival- and that was everybody- saw what I did last night. The only three people who knew I was innocent was my three companions. Amlugion was back at the inn in his war horse form. "Stay where you are," I said to him, "I'll be fine."
"You know what to do if you need me," he thought back.
"And why?" the judge asked.
"I was possessed by some dark magic in that stone on my dress," I said to the judge. I remained calm and spoke softly. "Whatever magic possessed me is gone and dead."
"Well if y
Story 13- The Dress- Part 2The dress was exactly how I imagined it. It was exactly as I drew it. It was perfect. Simply perfect. Not a stitch out of place. The most beautiful fabric you could imagine. Every detail was there. It was as almost the old hag went in my mind and pulled it right out, bringing it to life. "You work fast," I said.
This was all suspicious but that was my dress. MY dress! It would take me months to get all the supplies together. Then even more time to make it. And even with time and effort, it wouldn't be as perfect as this. And she was able to whip it within seconds of seeing it. "Thank you," she said, "I take pride in my work."
"How much?" I asked, "I'll pay anything. I'll do any deeds you may need of me. How much?"
I sounded desperate. Which in a way I was. But all this over a dress? I know it was perfect but it was almost as if something was making me beg for it. It wasn't like me. But I wanted that dress. I needed that dress. "How much are you willing to pay?" the old dressmake
The Story of SheToday would mark her eight years.
Eight years since she reached the darkest point.
Eight years since she turned around.
Eight years since she said, "No more."
Eight years since she started back down the road to a better life.
She had been bullied for as long as she could remember. Ever since she started school. It started with the little things every kid went through in elementary school. He was a tattletale or she budged in line. He would steal her cookie or she wouldn't share. All the little things but she had always been bigger than most kids her age. And the kids would always make sure she never forgot that.
When all the other kids could still go on the kiddie rides, she couldn't because she was too big. While all the other kids could wear that dress or those shoes, she couldn't because she was too big. Clothes were always too small. Not the best like everyone else. She always felt like she had to grow up faster than everyone else.
It wasn't just that. She saw the world differently
Story 13- The Dress- Part 1So Godknocker was caught up on how I ended up dead in the middle of the woods. Godknocker gave both of them a dirty stare. Dirty, even for Godknocker. Especially to Lunadin. "But if they are the ones that killed you, why did they make sure you received help?" Godknocker asked.
I had already known the answer. They confessed it to me in our little meeting in the woods. I helped bring them together. I helped them realized they could still reach their goal but in other ways and less harmful. But I wouldn't tell them. The two would tell my little friend themselves. "Tell him," I said to them.
"Bellynn had changed our views on things," Guenevere said, "And she helped us."
Guenevere grabbed Lunadin's hand and they smiled at each other. Godknocker stopped in his tracks, making everyone else stop in theirs as well. He stared at them wide eyed and his jaw dropped. "You two are a- couple?" he asked.
"And aren't they a beautiful one?" I asked behind him.
Godknocker turned to face me, still shocked