Dark and Light: Where Lies the Night Ch. 2

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Angele de la Barthe

There, on the far side of the pit, hung the limp bodies of Karl and Petra.

Almost unrecognizable, they had been clawed open and shredded beyond disbelief. Intestines draped from abdomen to puddles of blood below. 

 Their hearts were on a spit, turning slowly over flickering flames. Gunther cowered in a corner, his mouth opening and shutting in soundless terror.

Kylyu** existed beyond memory. She had appeared full blown onto an innocent world and slathered it with her evil. Kylyu rejoiced in the destruction she had wreaked in her trail through time. An ancient witch was she.

Incensed, Kylyu recognized and despised Snow White's power, blinded by its purity and unimaginable power. I have found her. Destroy her, finally.  She arose from piles of bones, clutching a gnarled staff. She hobbled from her foul lair to reveal herself, ready to unleash annihilation on this potent adversary.

Kylyu. Haggard and skeletal with mottled skin stretched taut over bones, she emerged from her darkness. "So, White Child, you stand before me. At last." Holding her staff tightly, the witch limped to the fire, pulling a strand of Karl's heart. Licking it, biting it, she offered some to Snow White. "Do you prefer charred or still bleeding?"

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Gaelic Language
Aingeal (Ine-gull): Spirit being
Caileach (Kile-yuh) Kylyu: witch
Anam (Ah-nuhm): Immortal, non-material part of a person


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Shopping for the Dress

As we last left "Father Daughter Dance", Lisa and Mommy were locked in a battle of the dresses….

I was there, witnessing the whole thing.  Being Grandma, I had this same battle with the Mommy years ago, and knew how this would all go down.  Whoever holds the credit card wins the battle.  But it won’t be easy.

From this site!

As Lisa sobbed about the discarded hooker dresses, I picked one up and examined it.  The seams were already splitting, the threads were ragged, and one washing would rip this sad excuse for a dress apart. 

In the end, Mommy and Lisa took home a beautiful yellow eyelet dress tied with a spring green ribbon and a daisy, perfect for a Father-Daughter Dance.

Not the actual dress, but close enough

What bothered me about the whole dress saga was how girls are being bombarded with the image of sexy dresses as the acceptable fashion wear for under-teens. 

This development stage of giggling little girls is being ripped away from my grandchild.  Who she is and what she will be--all is being undermined by current societal standards.

She is being told that her value is in how she measures up to other females.  Her value is how she fits in with today’s market.  

Her value increases when she displays her 'goods', before there are any goods to display.

Females everywhere:  You are more precious than any jewel or gem.  
Who you are cannot be decided by the time you are 18 and eager to take on the world.  
Hold yourself tightly;\! 
Understand your personal value comes from within, not from the world. 
God created you and has a plan for your life.  
You are precious.

Dancing with your daddy in your pretty yellow dress is more important than one can ever know.