The third and final of a series of stories I'm uploading because I feel their overall structure is scarier - or at the very least, more interesting - then a lot of the stories out there. Please consider giving them a look. This story - called the Princess - should be read chronologically and as such I will only be linking to the off-site version. As with all of these, I did not write them and the content instead belongs to ifyouseeherturnoffthegame.blogspot.com.
Part 0: The OpeningEdit
What I’m about to tell you could put you in great danger. It could also save your life. There’s a truth to the idea that what you don’t know can’t hurt you. In this case, one might say that what you don’t know is less likely to be able to hurt you. It’s a chance I have to take. If you’re the type of person who could be warned sharks exist without immediately diving into the ocean to try and find one, please keep reading.
This is a story. I apologize for its length. I’ll divide it up into segments to make it an easier read. The story is necessary to give context to a warning. You might want me to skip directly to the warning. I can’t. It wouldn’t make sense. You wouldn’t understand the reasoning. Worst of all, the warning alone would leave you with too many questions, and you might start prying further. As they say, curiosity killed the cat.