... Oct. 31, 1988 ...
The night was cold and foggy. The rolling clouds covered the full moon from site. All was quite by the Lake. Almost to quite. It was the perfect All Hallows Eve.
In a nearby village a baby girl is born. Her father a Fire Starter, her mother an Elf. The nurse maid took the child away ion the still of the night, claiming it to be dead. Once by the Lake, the nurse maid leaves the infent child on the ground, wrapped in a thin quilt. That babies name was Alex Black.
... Present Day ...
Alex Black is now a young 16 year old girl, and she is pure evil. Alex doesn't remember that night. But she remebers the cold she felt, and the crying she did over the years since. Alex often askes herself what she did wrong to make her parents hate her so much that they had to leave her to die. If it hadn't been for an Elf mother walking past the Lake on her way home, Alex would never have been found.
Now, on her sixtenth birthday, Alex is at the Lake again, looking out at the place she has come to know as home.
With the moon beating down upon the lake it was a wonderfull and beautiful site. The shadow of a large winged creature moved slowly along the ground. It was an Arch Angel, his name you ask? Zenith. He was the third member of the legendary Keepers of the sacred deep, although none within Arda knew of them. His wings seemed much large than any other Arch Angel. Gracefully he lowered down to the ground near the lake and his feet hit the ground. His cloak was covering up one of his blades so noboby would ever know it was their. Hanging down at his sides where large blue blades that Zenith had named Destiny and Hope.
His hands rested upon these blades and he looked out onto the lake. Zeniths large wings slowly tucking into his back as he stood their, the moon reflecting the water in his eyes. It was indeed a beautiful site to see. An invision of Holiness so to speak.
Alex stared at the water as all of the memories from her life came crashing down on her. All of the lies she had been told, all of the abuse she had been made to indure. All of the love she was never given.
Alex's mind was so wrapped up in the memories, that she didnt't even realise that she wasn't alone at the lake any more. Which is why, when Alex started to sing, she didn't care about volume.
"They cry in the dark, so you can't see their tears
They hide in the light, so you can't see their fears
Forgive and forget, all the while
Love and pain become one and the same
In the eyes of a wounded child
Because hell
Hell is for children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell
Hell is for children
And you shouldn't have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh
Its all so confusing, this brutal abusing
They blacken your eyes, and then apologize
You're daddys good girl, and don't tell mommy a thing
Be a good little boy, and you'll get a new toy
Tell grandma you fell off the swing
Because hell
Hell is for children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell
Hell is for children
And you shouldn't have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh
No, hell is for children
Hell
Hell is for hell
Hell is for hell
Hell is for children
Hell
Hell is for hell
Hell is for hell
Hell is for children
Hell
Hell is for hell
Hell is for hell
Hell is for children
Hell is for children
Hell is for children"