When she was a little girl, every evening at seven her mother used to comb her hair while she recited a story of beautiful princesses trapped in towers that heightened from dusk until dawn when demons tormented the charming royal lasses confined in the walls of the dark, horrendous towers.
Her still young and poised mother told her, most importantly there was only one knight in shining fairytale armour to save all the princesses.
Young Isabella lived a fair life.
She grew up to be a bold and valiant woman.
She grew up to be successful and fulfilled; just as her mother had predicted.
Oh, her life was fair-
A life as simple as day and night she lived, but as seasons began to change; as the autumn leaves wilted until they lost their lively green colour and they became brittle because their preference was a serene demise and not to be suffocated by the harsh, cold winter nights that were approaching, she fatigued and cowered because of the demons that trapped her soul.
Taunted and tortured, sweet Isabella longed for her home.
She journeyed to her old town to visit her now old, blind and senile mother, although she wasn't the one that had forgotten the story she had recited to her sweet girl when her innocence still lingered in the air.
When she walked through the door and held her mother tight in her arms her ma asked her 'Bella, my baby, what is wrong?'
All she could say was 'oh ma, I have drifted into darkness and I yearn for a place I hold no memory of, but oh mother I know I have been there because that place is home.'
So one Sunday morning she went to church: a sanctuary whose existence she had forgotten of and walked straight to the alter,
Where she was baptised;
Where she had been cleansed of her inborn sin;
Where she had first met her Father.
And she remembered,
She remembered the story of the knight in shining fairytale armour that had to save all the royal lasses- which was logically impossible because no flawed and ordinary man could save young women from towers guarded by taunting demons all at once,
But oh, she realised her knight is no flawed ordinary man, for he can save all the princesses from the horrendous tower.
Oh her knight is no flawed ordinary man for he can fare the logically impossible.
So as she stood at the alter her void was instantly satiated for she was finally home, with her Father; clad in shining fairytale armour.
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