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My lips part gently at this, and I stare at my phone's screen until the letters on it so start to blur in my eyesight. Again I bite my lip; If this is be real, then it's rather risky for me to invite a stranger into my home but then------ ... Isn't that the whole point of my fantasy? ... To be ravished by a strange man who'll walk into my home? If this is real and I let this opportunity pass me by, then I might never know what fulfilling my fantasy would feel like. So, with my heart literally beating, between my legs, I type out my reply and sent it quickly before I can talk myself out of it.

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.

and looks into the sunset orange eyes of the fairy and continues:- Would you do me the favor of accompanying me for the rest of my short life in my dream of building a kingdom where every one of my races can be happy?The fairy accepted and the following days ran like the wind.With the help of the fairy, the boy traveled from village to village convincing them to move, bringing them together in one place, and delegating the different tasks that helped everyone equally, based on what they were good at.In a few years, the population increased and the village became a kingdom, the boy became a man and a king, the fairy became queen and mother of a beautiful and healthy prince with white hair an

Seeing that she would not give up from siding the night roamer, he decides to tell her a story to compliment her belief. “You know, according to our popular children stories, some believe he is a handsome prince from a far away kingdom made of gold, and enchantment and magic. While others believes he is a demon that haunts evildoers and people of little conscience until they give up their evil ways, or pay for their sins with blood” He narrates, captivating her attention. “Tell me more please?” She pleads with irresistible eyes. “You are in luck, as I am a lover of myth!” he gestures towards a dry piece of log just opposite them.

"When I was a little girl, we didn't have a lot of books, but all the ones we had, I read. And my favourites were always the old myths and fairy tales; stories about Greek and Roman and Egyptian gods, Norse warriors and ice giants in the north, Hans Christian Anderson, Brothers Grimm, all that sort of thing.... ".... But one thing I hated, for all that I loved the stories, was that the heroines were usually princesses, and they were nearly always blonde and blue-eyed, and they only thing they ever did to earn their 'Happy Ever After' was to be beautiful.... I mean, that's just sheer luck, isn't it? No-one ever tells stories about freckly ginger kids...." I grin. It's hard to miss her point.

Sliver POV After the last prank, I kept my mouth shut and still wasn't ready to say many words again and promised to keep myself hidden but still was happy and not happy with the huge game they played on me. This day would be one of the happiest days ever in my life since a ceremony was being held for everyone who got their mate and it was so interesting for me. Just the food and blood feast was enough for the young werewolf to get herself pretty well for at least half a day or more.

"All right, you do what you want." I stated. "What types of novels are popular?" I inquired. Because I, too, was a novel fanatic in my previous life. Only once I arrived in this world did I find them dull because I could actually experience all of the delights and aspirations described in those works. "Nowadays, stories in which the protagonist becomes a hero after being summoned to a fantastical world are popular." Henry stated. And one of his companions complained. “Huh? What are you on about? It has been a long time since the trend has ended. Right now, novels are mainly about heroes seeking vengeance after being betrayed by their companions."

In the evenings, around the hearths of home, we teach the rules by which we share this world with the brethren through story. Tales of lovers separated by misfortune, the vain punished with disfigurement, of knights enchanted into forever sleep, and of princesses locked into towers. We seek out Seers to foretell the future, and mages to bespell swords, but are wary of the Fae with their costly altruism and deceptive beauty, the mischief of household imps, and sirens who sing ship to wreckage.

“All kinds of books. I’ve ready fantasy, romance and everything in between. I’ve read Harry Potter probably more times than I can count.” “Harry Potter?” I chuckle. “Don’t diss on Harry Potter or I’ll turn this horse around.” I chuckle at her threat. “Do you read?” “I do, probably not as much as you but I do. I tend to stick to fantasy stories like The Hobbit or the Game of Thrones series.”

’ He said simply and like all good faery tales they all live happily ever after. The End.