The Monster and the Girl.

First off this story contains no sexual referances. It is a story about a young girl seeking help from a warrior for her village. It is a love tragedy. :) This story is a little short story I threw togeather and was just wondering what everyone thought of it. When I say 'wondered what everyone though of it' I mean please acctually comment on it. Critasism and praise are welcomed. Critasism to make me a better writer and praise to make me feel good.

The Monster and The Girl

Written by NurseGrenade

Edited by Xajukad

Lost within a dark forest, where none dare venture. Lays a dark and ancient castle. Where, legend tells us, resides a feared monster. A warrior of ruthless cruelty and power enough to defend a young girl. A beautiful young girl with a need; the need of a saviour. Her fellow villagers were being murdered by powerful warriors. She ran for her life through a dark forest, her small delicate feet being cut and savaged by thorns, rocks and twigs. Yet she carried on running. She ran until she fell, she fell to the floor and could not get up. She tried and tried, but nothing would move. She saw nothing; nothing but black.

When the girl awoke she was by a warm fire, outstretched on a soft chair. Her eye lids slowly parted and she felt her vision return. Before her was a beautiful young man. He was sitting in a high backed silky chair, his gentle hands turning the pages of a book long since worn and read. He was tall and thin and had the countenance of an angel. His light locks of hair fell across his eyes, shrouding them in frightening shadows. His soft pale skin reflecting the fire light and playing off it like the sun off of snow. His lips slowly churning out the words of ages long since passed and his perfect voice carrying the words over to her ears. She slowly sat up and his eyes snapped onto her. She at first held the blanket over herself, fearing those eyes, but he smiled; such a radiant smile, and she felt safe even with this complete stranger. He stood up and walked over to her. He had the walk of a soft, light treading being. His feet barely even left the ground as he seemed to float over to her. She was astounded and enthralled by this Angel and couldn’t take her eyes off of him. He was suddenly there; as she woke from her fantasies, and knelt in front of her. His lips parted and the soft voice reached her ears as she closed her eyes to the sound of it.

“I shall help you, but only if you promise to hear my story. “

Her eyes opened slowly and she saw the soft contours of his face cl