There once was a maiden with a heart pure as the morning sun. She wanted no trubble, she wanted no pain. Just to fill the world with light and joy, to finally make Earth a better place, helping the poor and mistreated, fighting for justice with her energetic bright greeen eyes and long beautiful golden hair, she looked like a goddess. As she travelled around the globe, helping people, showing, that there are still good people on Earth, restoring faith in humanity, a young man came her way. He was tall, handsome with hair black as coal and grey eyes that shined like a star in the night sky. His face pleasing to the eyes, no woman could resist him. But the maiden knew that she needs to be careful, as they say, that every charm has its dark shadow. But when he looked at her and smiled, she knew it was fate. Together, hand in hand, they went adventures ahead. From Africa to China and even to America, they brought a peace and justice to the people in the oppressed places, fought crime and brought back, what was stolen, showing a new side of the world. It was trully done anything. She was the light of hope and he was the shadow of justice. Nothing could come beetwen them. But one day eventually all came  to an end. When the devil raised back from shadows. He started doing other things, bad things he shouldn’t have been doing. And eventually she saw it all, under the moonlight when the cold knife blade of reality slipped right throught her chest. Backstabbed and careless she was left alone in her sorrow and misery. There was no light in her eyes, there was no joy on her face, it all began to  fade and left the blck and white pain behind. It was all over, all that she believed in gone in a flash. So unfairly and brutal done she was given another chance. She got up and all that she felt was revenge. He was careless and clueless satisfied with what he did, he was caught unprepared. The black blade stung in his back and he finally got what he deserved. He thought he ould have the world, he thought he could have it all and in the end he lost everything. Stung back by The Stabbed Maiden. They say that she still walks around with a knife in her back, carrying the burden that no one pulled out still hungry for revenge, sworn to help the stabbed souls, pull out the painful blades and give back the backstabbers what they deserve.

The cruel art of justice.

Maja, 9.r