Defenders of Destiny Bk 1: Destiny Begins

Fairy Tales

Warning ⚠️: This book contains graphic content. Viewer discretion is advised.

"Would you like to hear a story, Anne?" Doyle questioned as he began to slowly remove his tools from his briefcase, not noticing the fear in the young woman's eyes as he turned to grin at her with his dazzling smile.

"What am I saying... Of course you do!" Doyle chuckled as he turned his attention back to his tools, gently placing a scalpel onto a towel next to his briefcase before he approached the terrified young woman.

"Once upon a time, there was a very.... Very... Ruggedly handsome and charming prince... But he was very lonely." Doyle paused for a moment as he leaned rather close to the young woman to examine the scars that traced an eery smile into the edges of her lips.

"They healed rather nicely. Excellent." Doyle murmured to himself before he cleared his throat rather dramatically, his smile returning as he gently traced his fingers over the scar.

"He was very lonely because the king was killed in a battle to save their kingdom, and this made the queen very sad. So she took it out on the poor young prince. The prince looked far too much like the king, so the queen locked him away in a tower..." Anne released a muffled cry of pain, struggling beneath Doyle's hold as sound of tearing flesh echoed through the laboratory.

"The prince was alone until he was ten years old... Only seeing the queen when she would come to feed him or... Release some tension. The prince had plenty of time on his hands within the time he was alone... So he did the only thing he could do. He read. He studied... He became the smartest prince in the whole kingdom..." The flesh of Anne's cheek began to spread with what appeared to be an off-white fabric as she struggled beneath his grasp, the male not seeming to care how desperately she was struggling as he continued his story.

"Smart enough to escape the clutches of the evil queen..." Doyle continued as he pulled his hand away, running his fingers over the sides of her mouth where the scar had previously been but was now replaced completely with the same off-white fabric that now covered her face and neck.

"So he waited until the queen came to feed him one night..." The fabric of the sides of Anne's lips began to weave with a black string that made it look like he had given her a large smile.

"And he put an end to the evil queen... Permanently. She became his first little doll after that... A beautiful doll. She fit in well with the collection of old dolls that filled the prince's room." Doyle paused to admire his work for a moment before he gently ran his thumb over the fabric of her cheek, leaving behind two blood red dots as the blush of her cheeks.

"The prince was eventually discovered by the guards of the kingdom and was given to a neighboring kingdom so that he may attend classes and learn even more about his newfound obsession with the human body. The prince had grown to love the art of medicine and biology... So the prince worked very hard so that he may go on to do something better than what the queen had done..." Doyle's fingers trailed over Anne's eyes which caused her to stiffen as she prepared herself for the worst but nothing happened, much to Doyle's disappointment.

"I suppose I will have to do this the hard way." Doyle murmured to himself as he turned to make his way back over to where his briefcase sat.

"The prince studied and became smarter than any other student within the school he was sent to... But the prince was still lonely... The guards had failed to find a family that would take in the prince... So the prince decided he would make his own family. He befriended a beautiful fairy which allowed him some semblance of what it felt like to no longer be lonely... But an evil knight took the beautiful fairy from him... So when the prince found out that the knight had joined the army... He found a way to enact his revenge and joined as well... But that... Is a completely different story." Doyle lifted a needle to examine it in the light, his demeanor less energetic now as his expression flashed with anger rather than the excitement he showed before.