There once was a girl whose skin was white as snow. Her hair was as gold as the sun, her eyes as blue as the ocean's depths. Her translucent, leaf-like wings were nearly frozen, and they could barely move an inch. She roamed the streets of a city she couldn't name, all alone with no food, and no good clothes. It was the dead of winter, and all she had were these tattered rags that barely kept her warm.
She's roamed for as long as she could remember, and soon stumbled upon the king's only son. He was a quaint little boy who had skin as dark as oak, and hair like coal. His eyes, however, were of a silver hue. Its peculiarity attracted her, and so, she approached. She'd introduced herself as Maria, and he was Paul III.
He'd taken an interest in her as well, for they looked equally strange to each other. So much emotion had been shared in the little time they spent. So very little.
Young Paul III had an illness, once which didn't show itself until the year of his twenty-seventh came by. His father knew of the cure, and knew of Maria. She'd stayed with them and grew up with his son.
"Maria, the cure is within you." the king announced to her in solemn privacy. "I understand." She agreed, her heart ready for what's to come.
She asked to see her infant daughter, Paulina, once more before she had to vanish, and wished her well. The king promised that she would be taken care of as well as she was.
She'd been a fairy who met his son, one that stuck through thick and thin. This illness of his was a curse brought on by his former wife, one incurable by anything else. She readily gave her heart to the king, and perished. This saved her darling's life, but in return, she was forgotten. In the fairies' rule, one's memory can only exist as long as they do.
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Short Stories (reconstructed)
Krótkie OpowiadaniaThis is a reconstructed anthology of the randomly generated stories I had in mind during 2015. (Read segment title for the list of unsettling content in each category)
