She warms herself up with the matches, and she feels warmer and warmer, until she falls asleep in the heat. She dies in the cold. It isn't clear if the cold made her hallucinate, or if it was the magnesium from the matches.
She warms herself up with the matches, and she feels warmer and warmer, until she falls asleep in the heat. She dies in the cold. It isn't clear if the cold made her hallucinate, or if it was the magnesium from the matches.
This is why in every H-game (gacha game) where she gets involve, she gets a good ending. (Sex optional)
That took me a moment to catch up to. “The one about the Little Match Girl?”
“Yes.” That is about as cross as I’ve ever heard the Power sound, and I can’t say I cared for it. I can’t imagine there’s anyone would want any Power mad at them, but especially not that One. “That is a story that humans tell each other to excuse themselves from helping their own kind. As if my kindness to the dead absolves them of duty to the living. As if it is better for a child to die than to live.”
“Well, I don’t like it either,” I admitted. “I want to smack every single person who walked past that poor child and I don’t mind saying it.”
“So,” the Power said darkly, and I shivered, “do I.”
She warms herself up with the matches, and she feels warmer and warmer, until she falls asleep in the heat. She dies in the cold. It isn't clear if the cold made her hallucinate, or if it was the magnesium from the matches.
These old tales were very, very brutal. Honestly, nowaday, people are extremely soft and caring when writing stories, but back then, they were warnings that life sucks, so they'd end up with death and tragedy.
PS: to put it in different terms, in old tales, you, the reader, learn from the character's mistake. In more modern stories, the character learn from their mistake and get to be a better person by the end. Kinda like the difference between... Kuzco and the Giving Tree? It's not a very good example, but I'm bad at explaining my point.
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