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Since she promised him, she decided to go see him before deciding to leave the palace for good. Since it there was time before lunch, she went to her terrasse and took her time to relax and read the witch book. There was many spells for making fire, moving tools, growing herbs faster, and much more. She could understand how to read them but understanding the meaning of some of the spells was another thing, the book had a lot of chapters and as she looked at the next chapter it became harder to understand. It was like upgrading from novice to master, so she had to finish understanding and studying the first chapters to go forward. And it get harder the more you learn.

I guess her height is 176 cm which is 12 cm different from me, who has a height of 188 cm. She is beautiful, enchanting. A unique beauty, I called her beauty "fairy tale beauty". Is she from another country? She looks different from a common girl in this country. After a while, she finally realized that I was staring at her. That girl, Nadya, whom I didn't know her name at that time, saw me too. While I looked at her with a look full of admiration, she smiled at me. Her cheeks weren't red, maybe that's her "Candle skin" uniqueness, but I could sure that she was shy when I looked at her. And behold, even her gaze is so different; her gaze is gentle, delicate, and winning. I swear she looks li

Laura asks. Ando and Argo rejoin us at the castle. "Where are the fairies?" I ask both of them. "They are gathering their possessions, at least what is left. Alpha, we will stay and help them gather what they can," Ando says. "I should help them," Laura says. Laura looks around at her castle. The castle she was born in and grew up in, it is all but a memory. She cries and screams. "Laura, why don't I help you gather anything you want to take back with us?" I ask her.

The vast city of Greiner is nestled in a lush valley, surrounded by rolling hills and dense forests. The town is filled with vibrant gardens and sparkling streams, creating a picturesque landscape that belies the tensions brewing beneath the surface. Years passed and the fairies in Greiner were as happy as ever, no more threat, no fear. They were even especially happy as this was the season of the coronation of the new Fairy Mother (mother and leader of all fairies), it's passed through the descendant line of the Great Fairy Mother (True mother to all fairies).

I didn’t want her to be sad, so I said, "But I could think of a story to tell you." "Really?" She grinned, and I nodded. Taking a moment before I continued, "Once upon a time, there was a little princess called Ariana." "Hey, that’s my name! The princess has my name!" she exclaimed excitedly, and I nodded, "Yes, she does." As I began weaving the tale, I described how Princess Ariana lived in a sparkling castle surrounded by beautiful gardens and friendly animals. She loved exploring the enchanted forest nearby, where magical creatures roamed and adventures awaited at every turn.

Fairytales have a modicum of truth to them. Just enough truth that the reader can absorb the message, learn whatever moral imperative is being taught. The tricky part is discerning what little bit is rooted in truth, and what is an outright lie, a fantasy embellishment to keep you reading. I prefer the stories with happy endings, lessons are still learned, but the main character in the end is well and fine.

Agnes I tucked Thea into bed, pulling the blanket up to her chin. She clutched her favorite stuffed rabbit to her chest as I settled on the bed beside her. “Mommy, can you read me a story?” she asked. “Of course, sweetheart,” I replied, reaching for the well-worn book of fairy tales that was sitting on the nightstand. Flipping through the pages, I found one of her favorites—a story of a brave princess and a kind prince who overcome all odds to be together.

This was the last part of the night routine with Anna, one that she’ll never get tired of doing. Anna pouted and looked off in the distance, thinking of which fairytale to read her. Upon thinking of one, her bright hazel eyes shimmered in excitement. “Monster wolf! Monster wolf!” Looks like the story for tonight isn’t a fairytale. The “monster wolf” story, as Anna likes to call it, is not one from the fairytale book she often read to her. She told it to her once, and out of all the other beautiful stories that she read her repetitively, that became her favorite. It was her and Axel’s tragic love story.

Nothing like the schools I’ve taught at previously. “Let’s sit down here.” I motion toward the floor next to a large coffee table so that I can pull out my iPad and show her the picture. “Do you like horses?” “I love horses,” she says dramatically, emphasizing the statement by fanning out her little arms. “Well then, you are going to love this picture.” I slide open the screen and show her the painting of two horses surrounded by a majestic forest filled with fairies and woodland creatures. “Glitter!” she shouts enthusiastically. “Glitter is like my favorite color.”

"A story? Alright. Daddy will tell you a story. Okay? Now don't sulk, my little prince." Noah giggled and stopped pouting. Nathaniel took a deep breath, his voice dropping into a soft and soothing, affectionate rumble that echoed softly in the whole room "Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, there was a beautiful, kind-hearted fairy princess. She was loved by everyone, and her heart was made of pure gold. One day, she chose to leave her own grand and beautiful fairy kingdom, her family, her friend's, and everything she loved just to marry a prince from a neighboring land."