My name is Jane. No last name, for now. (Though, most of 당신 may know me as Jane Porter; that is not my real last name.) I am on the run and it is best not to give away too much information about myself. I can tell 당신 I am a researcher and, as of recently, a writer as well. I have spent a great deal of my time reading, but I have never been one to be interested in fiction. I'm telling 당신 this, dear reader, in order for 당신 to understand that this story is not fiction. I have done my research on the events in this story and I assure 당신 it's all true. It is because of this story that I find myself on the run and in hiding and using a fake last name. As they would say in a movie 또는 other fictional story: I know too much.

I believe this story needs to be told, however. But I am sorry to say that if 당신 continue to read this 당신 will know as much as I do and 당신 may find yourself on the run, as well. If 당신 do not wish to spend the remainder of your life looking over your shoulder in fear and knowing that nearby is man with a name as dark as the shadows 당신 are hiding in, then I suggest 당신 stop 읽기 this immediately.

At the risk of being caught and putting you, dear reader, in danger I begin this story. It does not have a pleasant beginning like most stories 당신 could be 읽기 instead of this one; it actually has a wet and muddy beginning.

Esmeralda and her sister, Crysta, lied 다음 to each other on the side of the road. They and their mother, Gothel, had been chased out of the small town 의해 the circus performers who claimed they were stealing their money and customers. As the rain fell hard on Esmeralda and the mud seeped into her clothes she listened to the 음악 and laughter coming from the circus tent in the distance. It was too dark to see anything other than the torches that surrounded the tent which had not yet been extinguished 의해 the rain.

This town was flat and even though the townspeople and the circus performers were miles away, there was nothing obstructing Esmeralda's view of them. Of course it was too dark and she was too far away to see any of their faces, but she could still vividly picture their sneers as they chased her and her family away.

Esmeralda was used to this. She, her sister and her mother had been traveling from town to town most of her life. They never stayed in one place 더 많이 than a couple days; mostly because their mother wanted to keep moving, but also because the locals very rarely welcomed them. Esmeralda, who was only eighteen, was a very good dancer and used her talent to earn money for her family, but the locals accused her of being a husband-stealing harlot. They didn't bother to learn that Esmeralda had never been with a man and certainly wasn't going to sleep with someone else's husband. Crysta, who was seventeen, was very much in touch with nature and made herbal teas, perfumes and elixirs. She knew everything about plants, 꽃 and trees; from what could heal you, to what could kill you, to what could relax you. But unfortunately, when people see a stranger with potions, they immediately assume she is a witch.

Esmeralda tried to fall asleep, knowing that in the morning they would 옮기기 on to the 다음 town. Their mother never told them any of her plans, but the girls didn't mind. Their mother was trustworthy and she wouldn't lead them into a dangerous situation. Sadly on that night, as the family slept in the rain, they had no way of knowing that 의해 the end of this story only half that statement would be accurate.

Crysta stirred beside Esmeralda and slowly opened her eyes. She turned her head to avoid getting rain in her eyes, only to be met with mud squishing against her cheek. I don't know if you, dear reader, have ever been in mud, but mud is very thick and when 당신 are in mud 당신 sometimes can get stuck and feel like 당신 are sinking. So, I don't have to tell 당신 how Crysta felt waking up to the odd sensation of being stuck and sinking face first into the ground. Even if it did only last momentarily before she got her bearings and remembered where she was.

Crysta quickly sat up and wiped the mud off her cheek. She then looked around her and frowned. "It's not morning, yet?"

Esmeralda sat up. "Not yet. 당신 haven't been asleep very long, Crysta. Maybe only an 시간 또는 so."

"Perhaps the 다음 town we come to will be 더 많이 welcoming and we can sleep in a bed." Crysta gave her sister a hopeful smile. Despite all of their traveling and all the people they have met, Crysta was always optimistic and still a bit naive. It had been months since the family had been to a welcoming town, but that didn't discourage Crysta one bit.

Esmeralda, on the other hand, preferred to remain realistic. She never judged a town before they were in it and therefore was never optimistic 또는 pessimistic. Unlike their mother who only saw darkness in the world and was very pessimistic about everything.

"Maybe we'll actually stay in the 다음 town," Esmeralda said. "I'd like to finally settle down somewhere, make friends; have a real home."

"Even I don't have hope for that," Crysta told her. "You know mother will always make us leave."

"I don't know... I mean I'm eighteen now; I should be allowed to do whatever I want. And I definitely don't want to go from town to town anymore."

Crysta raised an eyebrow at her older sister. "You're going to leave me?"

Esmeralda hadn't thought of it like that. Crysta was her best friend and they needed each other. "Of course I'm not going to leave you."

Without meaning to, Crysta had formed those simple five words into an 애로우 that shot down her sister's dream. Esmeralda gave Crysta a small smile, but her 심장 was heavy. She worried her life would always be the same; like mud keeping her stuck in one place.

I'm sorry to say, dear reader, that soon that would be the least of her worries.