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Alice Human Sacrifice

A small dream, one who didn't want to be forgotten. Alice, Alice come to me, he whispers, a world were the persons wished come true. But like everything there is a cost, are any of the Alice's willing to pay the price?

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Prologue- Tiny Dream

A little white figure walked around in circles. It didn't have a name or did it have a purpose. Looking around the black space for someone to find it, but no one came. It didn't know what it did wrong or who dreamed of it first, but now no one wanted to dream it.

"I don't want to vanish like this," it whispered walking around. "How do I get people to dream of me? To stop myself from disappearing?"

The little dream had seen others created, only to be forgotten and disappear. It didn't want it to happen to itself, thinking and thinking.

"If only someone would dream of me."

Sitting down the figure of the young child put it's head on it's knee as it thought of a way to get others to dream of it. "I know how to get other to dream of me."

A smile appeared on his face as he picked up a small book, one that was blank. If it had a choice in the matter than the book wouldn't be blank for much longer. "I'll get them to come to me, by creating their own world... one where they can be whoever they want."

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Chapter One- The First Alice

Karina watched as her husband picked up his sword, one that she had finished cleaning. The English were declaring war again, so her husband had to go fight the invaders. She wanted to fight, but she was a women and had to stay home. It didn't matter that if her husband where to die, then she would have to remarry.

"Wife, make sure the house is clean when I came back," he said not even looking at her. She was no better than a slave. He didn't have the money for servants like the other soldiers, but he had proven himself by the time he was twenty. Even now he didn't have a lot of money. "Don't even think of doing anything behind my back. Daughters of Eve will have to watch their ways."

"Of course, husband," Karina told him. Her hands folded over her cotton dress. She longed for a sword, so she could drive it through his chest, like the enemies on the battle field. She longed for it, to paint her skin red from his blood. "I wouldn't dream of it."

"You better, or the great Lord throw your wrenched soul into hell," he told her. She knew what he was going to say, said it every time he left for battle. That she should be blessed that she had such a forgiving husband, one who didn't sell her into s*****y. "When I come back, you'll be of child or have a child on your breasts."

"Of course."

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Night had soon came and Karina could no longer hide her anger. It wasn't her fault they weren't having children. Both of her parents were blessed with that, she was one of eight. Her mother having five before she died of childbirth. The other three weren't as lucky and dead when their child was born.

"How dare he treat me like I'm not human," Karina muttered to herself as she lied down on her bed. Looking at the plain roof. "Why does he tell me the same thing every time he leaves? I wish I would just take his sword and cut his guts. Paint them on the floor."

The bible. That was the reason for her suffering. She didn't willing give herself to her husband. He was a cruel man, ten years older than her and she was sixteen years old. He had taken her anyway and she screamed in pain.

That was the day she started to keep her hair short. The brown locks barely hitting her shoulders, her husband might hit her every time she cuts it, but she wasn't going to stop. It was one of the little things that she had control over.

"I hate God and I hate the bible," she whispered while pulling the cotton blanket over herself. "I hate every creature on this planet. Maybe I'll get lucky and he'll die on the battle field."

"Alice come to me," a childish voice said as her eyes closed. She didn't know who was talking to her, but her name wasn't Alice it was Karina. "Alice come to me and let your dreams come true."