Partie 1: Elle a c0upé les cheveux magiques de sa sœur jumelle par j@lousie. Ce qui lui arrive va vous ch0quer……

He cut the magic hair of his jumel hair by Jalousie. What he has arrived will shock you. The history of the footages. During ten years, the life of Isabella was a mix of sweetness and sweetness. All the village knew his goodness. She was of her fame, whose smile seemed to break the hearts of the worst. But behind this piece of paper, a huge number. Marie and Karim had never seen each other. At first, love brought their voices. Karim showed up, almost as a protector. He held his hand during nights of doubt, murmuring that the sky would end by remembering this precious gift. He took it together, sharing the hope that each new month would be the good. However, time is unbearable. After three years, Karim's patience evaporates, to let his place to a devourer's death. The silence of the house of twenty-year-old brother, Charger de reproche, said, who ended up sliding in anger. A night, without coming, Karim seemed to stop his majesty, his gaze was cold and strange. He declared that he could no longer gasp for his existence, near a sterile woman. He wanted a line, a proof of his virility, and he had already searched and found elsewhere in a neighbor's village. Isabella, brisée, this jota is very young. She knew for her infidels, but she was killed, hoping that a child would repair the fissures of their union. Her supplication, neither changed anything. Karim ran away from her, leaving alone with her life and her hopes, while the rumours of the village had already started to entail alive, under their murmuring. After the departure of Karim, Isabella was no longer the same man. The house, once jealous, seemed to be a tomb. She knew that she would laugh, avoiding the compassionate guards, or mocking the villagers who jazeled on her way. To get up, she turned to the forest. Every morning, she fell deeply into the woods, with her machete and her body, to get off from the shuffling wood. The forest became her only confidant, the only place where she didn't need to end the force. The work was exhausting, but the physical pain gave her time to forget her soul. One afternoon, the fatigue was stronger than its will. Her man trembled, his water was in fire. She sat on an old tree, and there, in the middle of silence, imposing large trees, she cried. She did not ask for the wealth or return of her husband. She believed her solitude to the creator. She supplied to prove, she would not be once, the joy of being dead, even if it had to mean dying alone by the following. This anglery against the bodies of trees, a plight so deep and so deep that it seemed to vibrate around her. It is in this moment of vulnerability absolute, where she thought to have all lost, that a strange wind blows, bringing with it an odor of fresh and old-fashioned sadness. While Isabella raised her head, she first grew to an hallucination of the punishment. Before she became a woman of an irreal beauty. Her stomachs and her hair were deep in the ground. She called the fire of the oldest trees. It was Sira, the guardian of the forest. She brought in her arms two reasons, where the tree seemed to be empty. Lune had a white beak and a slant, the other of the hair of a flamboyant rouge. Sira explained that she had heard the alarm of Isabella for years, and that she had decided to transform this suffering into life. By posing the babies in the white arms of Isabella, Sira gave her name, Charline, and Charlotte. Isabella's joy was indescriptible, but she accompanied her alone. Her children were not ordinary. Their essence, their humanity, were linked to their hair. Sira was very clear, under no pretext, their hair had to be cut off. If only one stone fell, the forest would take what she had given her. Plus, a mystery was planned on their 18th anniversary. An elegance Isabella had to prepare without knowing exactly what she was waiting for. Before disappearing in a cold and hot air, Isabella's spirit with a mission of absolute protection. Isabella entered the village, not like a woman abandoned me, but like a mother who invested in a secret divin, the heart of a new spy. Then, Isabella's mother cried.