One Thousand Little Stars

One Thousand Little Stars

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When I was a little girl, my dad once taught me how to make little paper stars. He had told me that if I made one thousand of those little things, my most desired wish would come true. I always believed in magic and wishes, before my dad left when I was ten. Four years after he told me about the paper stars. I slowly stopped believing in everything he told me. I stopped dreaming. I stopped drawing. I practically turned my imagination off. But I still made those little stars whenever I felt alone or sad, which happened quite a lot, letting me get to one thousand. Then, I made a wish. A wish that changed everything. Follow Violet on an adventure as she figures out what happened before she became Princess Violet of the Kingdom of Malvern, how she remembers her past life, and what happens as her perfect life as a princess crumbles down to reality.
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I was hideous. Wait, let me correct that. I am hideous and will forever be. Even the beast from the Beauty and the Beast is more attractive. But looks were not the top of my priority list. I guess you can say finding eternal happiness is what I am striving for. Being the naive little girl I was back then, I believed that eternal happiness was the answer to any problem. Naturally, I wished upon every dandelion I blew on, hoping for that happiness I once knew when Father was still alive. But as time passed by, fate made it clear that my eternal happiness would never be granted. All hope seemed far, like the dandelion seeds drifting away in the wind once you blew on them. So, gradually I stopped wishing on every passing star. And finally stopped wishing upon dandelions. *WARNING: THIS IS MY FIRST WORK AND NEEDS MAJOR REVISIONS.*

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