"Innocence", she told the girl, while her eyes fell away and slowly slid their black irises to study the mist-laden woods around her.
"Losing your innocence, is like losing a limb."
The smile that appeared on her lips was neither cold nor warm - it was colourless. Flat.
"You can still live - you can move around. But you will never dance again, not like you once did.
You will never run across a meadow without a shadow drifting over your heart."
Her eyes returned. Slowly lifting - swaying upwards like birds taking flight.

"He crippled you, my daughter."
Quiet, for a moment, and then she swore,

"FOR THAT, I WILL CRIPPLE HIM"