I Became the Black Swan Mother of the White Swan Princess

OutLIER

By LIER

Non-hoLIER

These are the words I am scared of, and I don't think this will go away for the rest of my life. I have been seen by others like foLIAR.

[I just need something to happen]

My name is Foliaris Capote... I read it somewhere... In the newspaper in which they brought food, not for me... I was special... I got all the food...Left near the pile of newspapers,where I claimed food less but stories more... I got great stories... As a matter of fact, I learned my English from the place... I still can't thank that coal mine enough. It was so valuable that people around me didn't do much work and sat around guarding and because of that they got to eat who knows what, but when that came inside the newspaper even if it's another dead body they would have eaten it. Out of the mines was also no good but the, mines were live telecast of what news paper has as stories.. stealing and ravaging all the same they were maniacs they used to beat each other's tooth out all drunk ugly faced fatties...

But when a man with a pickaxe came, they offered him their food with a smile and some who were fighting with their crushed teeth stopped in the middle of the fight waiting to be in fights again they used to stop their teeth from Falling as well ...

That man was Iso... Iso Pomo... and for some reason, he didn't eat any food; he gave it to me. Maybe it was because he didn't feel like eating after seeing ugly black toothless of a fat man. Well, that might be the only reason I can think of; otherwise, why would he choose a girl hiding like a boy with a beaten and swollen face... why would he?

While reminiscing about it now brings a smile to my face, it was not common to receive both food and stories simultaneously. It was unusual to be working, in a way, and receiving compensation in the form of a free English course, accompanied by a fortuitous meal and constant access to running water, both on the ground and from the ceiling. Reading those stories made me forget about everything else. Those were wonderful times spent immersed in the tales.

But... was it worth it... getting beaten so many times that I can't remember from all the grumpy jealous man

JUST FOR GETTING BACK AT HIM AND taking revenge on ISO GRANDE POMO....

How this tale will end up with me being a BLACK SWAN...

-WE MIGHT KNOW...
-WE MUST KNOW...
-WE SHOULD KNOW