Child of a human, raised with Fairies where everything is
golden. This world is new and bright and
nothing like your old home. Who brought
you here little one? The sunlight feels
like kisses from falling stars. Your
head is light with wonder and your lungs full of merriment. Is there anything here that you fear? Not yet.
Dance weightless, and laugh unbridled.
Sing with the fairies and let enchantment wrap you in its arms. Bend the sunlight to your will by offering a
smile. Be radiant and mesmerizing. Let these moments last.
Child of the magic, how long can you keep a hold on your
innocence? How long until they steal it
away? Their world is full of beauty but
ethereal faces are masks to hide the danger.
You might love them, but you are still an outsider. The tune they play is intoxicating, but how
long can you dance with them until your finite feet begin to ache? They cannot lie, but you cannot last. How long until the revelry turns into a
hunt? Did you know that you are their
prey? You don't belong here. I fear you never did.
Child of the forest, did someone warn you? They see your soft edges and your gentle
hands and mild words and they long to break you. You love the glitter of the world around you
now, but how long until they turn their pretty phrases to poison and start to
spit it at you? They know you too well;
know where to press to make you crack. Do
you know how delicate you are? It will
not be hard to crush a mortal or to kill a spirit like yours. They were made for this kind of hurt.
Lonely girl, do you really love him? That beast with glowing eyes and sharp
teeth? Nothing good comes from a smile
that wicked. They taught you not to fear
them, so you embrace it. He feels like a
different kind of magic; something dangerous and dark, but you run to it. You run to him. You want his shade of darkness. You want him.
Does it feel like a trap? Can you
see the distraction in his smile? Can
you feel the venom in his words? Loving
him won't make you one of them. You're
human through and through. Too
gentle. Too weak. Too blind to see the truth.
Broken girl, do your bones ache now? Have you fled into the darkness to outrun the
truth? When did their words of
encouragement turn to whispers of your failures? Look at their faces. You'll see the
horns. The claws. The fangs.
Can you see now the way they laugh when they cause you pain? You're just a human child, playing at being
more. To them, you will never be enough-until
you’re nothing. You can hide in the
trees, but the tree sprites will find you.
Can you hear the hunting call echoing now? They’re coming for you. Can you outrun their arrows? Run.
Run faster.
Human girl, how hard will it be to fight your friends? This place you called your home has turned
its back on you. Will it break your
heart? Will it break you? You lived in their kingdom and learned all
the rules-that doesn’t make you safe.
Can you turn on them now?
Alone? For your own good? There's a long road ahead of you, a war waiting
on the other side of the trees. Are you
sure you can do it? Their glamour is
misery when the sharp edge turns against you.
You don’t have much to fight with.
Can you hear them calling, taunting you to come back and be their pet? Will you go?
Or will you fight to exist?
Warrior, covered in blood, what have you done? You demolished a kingdom. You burned down your home. And what is left? What do you have to show for it but bloodied
hands and a broken heart? Does their
magic stir in your blood now? Or is it
dead too, like the familiar faces on the bodies at your feet? You made knives your playthings and you wear
poison like perfume. They taught you too
well how to be a weapon. What happened
to your innocence? Did you give it to
the beast before he broke you? Did you
lose it when you cut out his heart?
Dance again, the way you did as a child, wild and free. Careful now, you might slip on the rubble or in
the blood of the fallen king.
Ghost, what happened to your soul? How much did this war cost you? You took back your life and now you're alone. There is nothing left out here. Can you feel anything at all? What have you done with the sunlight? Where did you get the stones to build this
wall around yourself? The war is over;
there is no need for all of this. How
tall will you build this tower that you’ve locked yourself in? We cannot hear you. It is silent inside. How long will you isolate yourself? Can you survive on your own? Can you hear me? Ghost?
World of chaos, what did you take from
her? From us? You lured her in
with fairy tales and harmonious melodies that her wild heart could not
ignore. You only taught her parlor tricks while you were casting spells
and called it fair. What did you gain
from ruining her? You made her believe
that she was one of you. Were her wide and dazzled eyes something that
you envied? You've lived here so long, and I wonder, does this place
shine for you the way it did her? Has your world lost its luster?
Did you think devastating her would bring that magic back?
Weeks have passed. Where is she now? Is she still up in her tower, locked away
from the world? Did she escape?
The war is over child.
Your enemies are gone. You can
come down now.
Months have passed. Is she okay?
Alone? Afraid? Did she bleed out on the floor?
The forest is waiting for you. There are new faces waiting to meet you. You can come down now.
Years have passed. Who is she now, if she even still exists? A human?
A warrior? A hollow shell?
Whoever you are, it’s alright. You’ll find yourself. You can come down now.
Broken one, you've been gone a long while. Is that you we hear stirring at last? Seasons have come and gone and the world grew
wild around the battlement you built.
What changed your mind? What made
you start clawing for a way out? We can
hear you crying up there, from down here on the ground but it’s up to you
now. It was always up to you. Do you miss the forest and the clean air? The wild things are waiting. Come home changeling, come find
yourself. But first you have to find a
way out your self-made cage.
Survivor, when did you grow up? Who is this woman before us now? The walls of your fortress are dripping red
with blood but there was no one left to fight.
Did you have to fight against yourself to make it all the way down? What is left of you? Time has healed the wounds of war and this
place has grown new. Does the forest
seem different now? Can you still feel
the magic? Stand still and smell the youth
of the earth and hear the wilderness calling for a savage queen. Do you have what it takes to be her? Flowers woven into your hair and a dagger up
your sleeve. Sun on your cheeks and
shadows at your wrists. Stolen magic in
your veins and fire in your eyes, have you found yourself yet?
Half witch, half goddess, hold your head high. You fought for your place in this untamed,
fantastic world. With spells painting
your lips and charmed gems that whisper secrets hanging in your ears, go find
your throne made of vines and thorns and pretty things and sit a while. They stole away your childhood, but children
are foolish. You are more than that
now. More than human. More than they ever expected. More than you ever dreamed.
You are wild.
Dangerous. Free. Both a luminous child, born of kindness and a
magnificent blade forged in white-hot fire.
Draped in the softest colors with words sharper than steel, you can make
this world ache to hate you for how much they crave your love. Let the memories of battle brush across your
skin like a breeze and remind you of how you fought to get here. Give the pain to the ghosts that would haunt
you and give the creatures what they’ve asked for.
Child of the forest, did you know you would become their
Queen?
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