•𝓣𝓐𝓛𝓔𝓢 𝓕𝓡𝓞𝓜 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓥𝓘𝓛𝓛𝓐𝓖𝓔•

𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊

Long ago, a young girl went with her mother to pick berries for her father who was hard at work.

But the forest greeted them with a dark, cold silence, the bushes empty.

Yet, determined to find berries, the rascal broke free of Mother's grasp and vanished into the trees.

Mother's worried cries faded fast as the girl ran on; over vine, under branch and into the forest deep.

Feeling strange eyes upon her, the girl recalled Mother's scary bedtime tales and her throat became bone dry.

Then the Bat Lord appeared!

He greeted her warmly and bit his own wing.
"Come, child. Quench your thirst," he said.

So she drank the thick, dark blood and smiled with joy.

Passing through a graveyard, menacing storm clouds loomed and the air turned bitingly cold.

The girl shivered in her thin clothes.

Then a Dark Weaver appeared and, with a click of his fingers, crafted mist into a beautiful dress.

"Come, child, warm yourself," he coaxed
So she clothed herself and smiled with joy.

Across waters deep and ominous she went, hoping a boat she found would carry her home.

But hunger's grip tightened and her heart grew heavy.

Then the Fish King appeared and offered one of his many fins.

"Come, child Eat your fill." So the girl ate and smiled with joy once more.

Continuing on, she soon entered the forest's dark heart.

Then an Iron Steed appeared, bearing a beautiful, golden gear.
The creature said nothing as the girl approached..

..and snatched what she thought was another gift.

The horse grew angry and summoned the other monsters.

Terror filled the girl's heart as a wild wind rose about the beasts.

Suddenly, a witch appeared dark, yet regal.

"Gifts we gave, but more you took." she snarled.

"So more, in turn, is due." In a blink the girl was trapped inside a mirror...