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[thisisnomyth]

Let’s start with once upon a time because that’s how all good tales start. It’s a classic, it’s the way that our ancestors told stories, it may not be the oldest way but it’s a good way.

So, once upon a time there was a fairy.

But no, it wasn’t a fairy. It was a fae. It was a magical creature, tall and thin and mischievous and otherworldly. it had dark hair and dark magic to go with it but not too dark, never too dark. They aren’t evil creatures, they are just different.

They live by their own rules which are ancient and powerful and will probably long outlive ours.

So there was a fae and they were wonderful. They loved the world, loved the forests and the fields and the tall, tall grass. They were a woodland spirit, you see and these things meant a lot to them. The animals were their family and the trees it’s brothers and sisters.

Other fae lived with them, cared for the forest along with them. The woods, in return, sheltered them and loved them in return.

It was a good thing.

Humans rarely came into the forest, for they could feel the magic and were afraid. it set their teeth on edge, made the skin on the back of their necks prick up. They were frightened and they didn’t know why.

But not all humans were this way, not all of them feared magic.

There was a girl, small but strong and very, very brave in her way. She was a dreamer, a writer, a storyteller. She told stories with her friends, and told them to herself. She read books voraciously and reeled in the tales they told.

She went into the forest because she knew there was something there, something interesting, something waiting for her.

And the fae watched from the trees curious to see how far she would go. No one had dared enter their forest in years and only then, they seemed to be brave hunters looking for prey to stalk. This was different, this was new.

They liked new.

The girl kept moving forward but saw nothing to be afraid of. There were foxes daring across her path and, every time she saw one, she made a wish. Nothing scary though, nothing to send people running the way it did.

Until one of the fae stepped out of the trees, a smile on it’s face.

@Come with me,@ they said, their hand extended. @Come with me and I’ll show you something wonderful.@

And it was then that she could feel it, the power, the magic, the wonder in the forest. She knows the rules, knows that you don’t go with strangers but a part of her wanted to go, wanted to damn all the rules that she knew so well and just run.

So she did.

And the fae took her to a ball, all set up in her honor. She danced with them, spun around in a world she barely knew actually existed. She ate food that tasted better than anything she’d ever had before, heard music that moved her to her very soul. it was amazing.

And a part of her knew that, after that first moment, after the second she took the fae’s hand, she was doomed, that she could never leave the forest again.

But she didn’t care because there was magic here, there were stories come a live, there were balls and magic and music and a world she’d never been to before.

So the girl, shedding her human identity, put on the name of Ella and embraced her fate, all the while dancing and singing and telling stories.