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It ben parbly a thousant years since St Grace was sent to the Sun for to make it hot agen in the beggining of Bad Time. St Grace- only he hadnt been sent yet so he was just Grace- livved in a coltown wich everyone was a a-starveling and a-scrabbling for this n that, foraging bes they cud, eatin of maws & dead leafs which thay vomitit up as there werent no food parper in the mos colest bits of the coltown. The richist bloaks had took of it al to they unnergrownt bungers and so people were killing of they childer for food even.
This wasnt yet when the 1 Big 1 went orf but there was littel warrs and littel bombs everywhere, every place feart of the uthers becawse they dint unnerstand how to live in the dark.
Not like you nor me.
St Grace back then he had the Nos. of the rain bow and culd make picters on the wind and raise boats to go in the air, bigger the smaul and smauler the big. He teachit childer tryl narrer of the chemistery and fizzics they had in them days but he wunt go out foraging nor make a raid party he were scairt. An the learnit wommin of his time sed: its your lot as caused this from fractioning out the sun and moon & so its your lot to go in one of they air boats among the sarvering gallack seas and flaming nebyul eye to fix the Sun.
Grace being a clevver bloak sed: but who wil teach thy childer to read an figger if I dy?
And the telwoman sed: Theres no if to it. Youwl dy. We all have 2 sacrafice someway.
Your tern now my tern later. And before Grace cud fasleggit she offert St Grace to the air boat shed made aroun him jus like how youd offer a hart to the hart of the wud, tied up to stop him struggling and the nife come down kwik kwik.
An then Grace sent us 4 aynjels to fite the dark.
16 yrs later it took for the Sun come bak, which is why every 16 years a St Grace is chose to sacrafice anew.
Now the air boat kilt men to make. Peopl said: whyfor shud we pay meat an hash to make an air boat when were runin out of food? They raidit moar an moar.
They slit the telwomans throte in the nite in the fyting and at las 1 big 1 went off to make a nite for years an years. Playgs there were an darkness. The crops grew slantit or non at al. This aint rite cos sacrafices cant be for nuthin. So there had to be a new Grace to make it rite, toarn from they unnergrownt bungers, an its a rite weve had to this very day.
Youwl make such a good Grace. See he dint want to die neether.