"Maleficent appeared in the grand hallway, making people cry out with fear! She sauntered down the path, the Kings eyes shooting daggers at her. The fairies flew back out of fear; enabling her to grant the wish: 'On her sixteenth birthday, she will prick her finger and-" "Stop!" The little girl hiding under the quilt shouted. The old woman chuckled at her fear. "It's only a story, F-" She began. "I know! Granny! Why can't she prick her finger and fall in love with a prince?" The little girl asked, her cheeks lined with embarrassment. "Deary me! Look at the time! You better get to sleep, your parents will be home soon." She said. "Okay, granny." She grinned at the old woman as she buried herself under the covers. "Goodnight, fae." "Goodnight, love you." "...I love you too, fae" That was the last time some one called fae by her first name. That was the last time some one told her they loved her. It was the last time she saw her grandmother. That was the last time fae was fae. ****** Fae Robinson was six when her grandmother died, when her grandmother was murdered. Her whole world just seemed to... Stop. She grew distant with everybody, even her parents. Fae locked herself away from the outside world, obsessing over fairy tails. Her life remained in a bedroom, never growing, never blossoming. One day her parents agreed that she had to come out; they entered her room, but found nothing. Fae Robinson was Gone. Never found. No one knew when she had disappeared or Run away. But she was right there. In a fairytale.