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 ''If she was cold, the foor would tremble and crack would open under people’s feet, even a sneeze would knock trees down.

After being frown upon, the concerned villagers gathered around the big fire discussing what were the options that would keep the village safe. After arguing and debating over it, the decision was made: they would lock her up, in a hut, where she would be kept from destroying anything else. Food, water and warmth would be provided to the girl’s needs, and it never seemed to fail her.

What they didn't know was that her unhappiness and anger would also create reproductions. As she screamed of anger the sun didn't set for weeks, as she cried the rain wouldn't stop falling. Giving up on what seemed to be life the girl feel asleep in an eternal state, never to wake up again. ''

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