Fairytales

Part one: Preordained

Everyone knows the fairytales, a Porcelain Princess gets lost and the Perfect Prince comes out of seemingly nowhere to save her and give her love and life everlasting. After that the evil is defeated or subdued, and all ends well in an explosion of happiness and cheer. This isn't like those, this isn't the Fairytale you grew up and loved for all those years, this is the reality of it though, a real world story plucked from the page of life that maybe you haven't reached yet but many around you probably have.

It all started as normal, a 'Princess', in a house, alone without parents. She had parents, a beautiful mom with shining blonde hair and a charming father who had slightly graying auburn hair and scruffy facial hair. She however, looked a bit peculiar for her genes, she had mid length dark black hair except for a small strip of white in the front of her hair that has always been there. Her eyes were almost golden when in the light, and her skin was perfectly tan like the desert that bordered the country. They lived together in a cabin, well they called it a cabin but it was more like a forest mansion, a 3 story wooden house with so many rooms you could get lost for hours. It was just them, and then suddenly one day it was just her, for her parents had left without a trace about a week ago. Since then she's been alone in the house, just her and the family pets, a case of abnormal Butterflies, they weren't like any others that the world knew, their wings were a light grey but had a purple glow that flowed through them like a pulse of electricity or some sort of magic. However, for some weird reason the family never gave them to science despite being asked to by a few family friends. They also had a raven, who was free to fly around the area but he always came back despite the freedom he always faced. Their newest "pet" was a fawn that had shown up nearby with an injured leg, so they took it in and was trying to nurse it back to good health.

The Princess went outside to check on the deer, she carried a bowl of fruits and a cup of milk for it to eat, but when she made her way to the shed outside the fawn was gone, rope and all. A few tracks led into the surrounding woods, it looked like the right tracks but she wasn't sure, she followed anyway though because she couldn't leave the deer out here alone. All she brought with her were the clothes she was wearing and a small pocket knife that was so dull it could barely cut through vegetables. Her parents had always told her to be careful going into the woods and to never go far enough that she couldn't get back home easily. She had heard horror stories, girls getting eaten by man-sized wolves, towers so tall they pierced the clouds that were guarded by witches. Unfathomable fears and dangers all lurking in the shadows and the underbrush, waiting and watching for another unfortunate soul to wonder into their gaze. Yet still she moved forward, afraid surely, but knowing that she'd never find the deer nor her parents if she stayed put in the warm embrace of her home.