::: WARNING ---  Will have some FOUL LANGUAGE/CURSING, BULLYING,  and some VIOLENCE :::
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About::
This story is about a young girl who loved stories. Growing up, her mother had always told her stories nearly every night. Before she died, Melissa's mother gave her a book of fairytales, which contained beautiful pictures of the stories they told. Melissa loved the book and its stories. As it was the last thing her mother had given her, she treasured the book greatly, it being the most precious object in her possession. 
Due to constantly bullying, which also resulted in the ripping of the book and her death, Melissa could not move on to the next life. Filled with rage  and resentment with her past treatment towards her book and herself, Melissa cursed the ones who tormented her, cursed them to experience the fairytales from her book, but with a sinister twist.

What if you take classic fairy tales and twist them and distort them with a horror theme. This is what you get. from Cinderella to snow white. Tall tales to nursery ryhmes. From psychological horror to some dark humor. It's all here.

August 16, 2010, Monday, two days after his audition at the ROH Factory, is the start of Tayaw's third week in his online tutoring job. Only two weeks away from the end of his contract with the company, just in time for the start of the school term. This week, Tayaw is planning to really save as much as he can for future expenses. In his past two weeks, Tayaw had to tighten his belt to buy his laptop, guitar, digital camera, and his new IPhone4. It was a blessing that his parents already paid the deposit for his dorm, enough rent for two months. Starting this week, as arranged by him and his employer, his schedule at work will begin at 1:00 pm. Reason being is that he will start looking for a literary agent for his book in the mornings. He himself will not be enough to walk around Ouigab and other cities to look for a publishing firm for his books, if he wants to publish his books as soon as possible.
Getting up from his bed at 5:30 am, he opened his laptop and started posting notices to various job websites. After posting, he also looked up if there's an office of Writer's Guild of Teungeb in Ouigab City.  To his relief, there is. Ouigab is not only a university city, but also a hub of arts and music that is the go to place of artists and musicians from all over Teungeb, so finding a local office of the Writer's Guild of Teungeb is not surprising. Closing his laptop, he also double checked his manuscripts before shoving them in his backpack.
He already printed out the manuscripts of both pg-13 and general audiences versions of his Grimm's Fairy Tales. From his research on the internet, debut authors like him will usually get around 18000 bgc ($9000) as credit from the publishing firm, along with a 7% royalty from each book sold. Regarding the 7% royalty though, a debut author will not get a share of royalty until after the publisher earns back the credit they gave the author. In Tayaw's case, if he was able to successfully sign a deal from a publishing firm, they will give him a credit of 18000 bgc, and offer him a 7% share. He will not earn from his royalty until his fairy tales will reach a sale of 18000 bgc. The sales of the books after that will give Tayaw his 7% share.
After showering, he headed to his go to mom-and-pop restaurant for breakfast. While eating, he was checking his phone to double check the notices he put out. He also slowly mulled over the difficulty of publishing a book. Even though he has excellent works in his head, it's no use if he cannot publish them.
At 8 am, Tayaw arrived at the Writers' Guild office. It took him almost 2 hours because he also had to buy himself a card for the subway which he will use to get to the Writers' Guild Office. It was too far from his dorm that taking a cab will be foolish.  The reason he came here is to ask for a list of literary agents franchised and accredited by the Writers' Guild. After stepping through the entrance, he saw that all the tables in the office are empty except for the one closest from the entrance, occupied by a lady busy typing on her computer. 'Nelly C. Ley, Secretary' Tayaw read what was written on the glass name plate on the office lady's table. With no one else present, Tayaw headed for her.
"Good morning Ms. Ley."  Tayaw greeted the office secretary. The lady looked up from her computer screen to Tayaw, gave him a look from head to toe, curious what a kid is doing at the office. "Do I know you, young man?"
"No ma'am. But I learned of you from your name plate here." Tayaw replied. Understanding this, Ms. Ley asked "What can I do for you? Are you sure you're in the right place?"
"I'm currently looking to hire an agent for myself. I know this is the Writers' Guild, but I don't know where to look for an agent, so I came here hoping to get help to where to start looking." Tayaw replied.
The office lady raised her eyebrows at this. 'Either this young lad has written something good, or he's just too full of himself.' She thought to herself while considering entertaining Tayaw any further. Prompted by the sore feeling in her eyes, she turned off the screen of her computer to let her eyes take a break. "So, which type of writer are you?" Ms. Lei asked.
"I would consider myself an Author, ma'am. So I'm looking for an agent to help me look for a publishing firm." Tayaw replied.
"I can actually give you a list of our contracted agents right now." Ms. Lei said to Tayaw's surprise. Tayaw was about to think this was easy when he heard Ms. Lei's next words. "In exchange, let me take a look at your work. After all, I couldn't just give away names and contacts of agents if your work doesn't cut it." Tayaw found this request reasonable so he took out the envelope containing the children's' version, and handed it to the lady.
Ms. Lei opened the envelope and was disappointed at the title page "Grimm's Fairy Tales for Children – Vol. 1". Fairy tales in this world, although dime a dozen, are hard to write, and even harder to compete with the old fairy tales that already embedded themselves in the culture. She knew it was unfair of her to judge the manuscript without reading its contents, but she also knew enough that fairy tales are nigh untouched in the literary industry. With low expectations, she turned to the next page.
'THE FROG PRINCE - Long ago, when wishes often came true, there lived a King whose daughters were all handsome, but the youngest was so beautiful that the sun himself, who has seen everything, was bemused every time he shone over her because of her beauty. Near the royal castle there was a great dark wood, and in the wood under an old linden tree was a well; and when the day was hot, the King's daughter used to go forth into the wood and sit by the brink of the cool well, and if the time seemed long, she would take out a golden ball, and throw it up and catch it again, and this was her favorite pastime.'
Reading up to this point, Ms. Lei's low expectations were almost nullified by the descriptive quality of the story. In all the fairy tales she read, the fairy tales were never this descriptive using words. Most of the fairy tales she read are accompanied by pictures to set the scene of the story. Her interest piqued, she read on. As she read the story, she was again surprised with the emotion from the words, a quality she rarely found in fairy tales. Most fairy tales she read lacked the descriptive trait for emotions and the authors of those fairy tales relied on the adults who will read it to their children to put emotions into the story.
After reading the Frog Prince, she moved on to the next story, 'Cat and Mouse in Partnership'. 'Cat and Mouse in Partnership' was a story she liked better than the Frog Prince. Although it was bleaker, she found parallels of the Cat's cunning to the Mouse's naivety, with the reality of human society.
Tayaw on the other hand, just stood there, watching in amusement at Ms. Lei turning pages in silence.

A/N : Alt Title - Jack of Entertainment 

Title : Jack of Arts

Synopsis:
Tayaw is a talented musician who never got to fulfill his potential. After losing his purpose in an unfulfilled life full of regrets; he is given the chance to go back in time and do everything over again.Along with a mysterious gift and an unclear mission, Tayaw starts a new life, this time making his mark to the world.
"Tayaw is a once in a hundred years musical artist! I just wish he was born in my generation"
- Buddy Rich, two-time Gramophone Award winner
"I admit he's a good musician, but he's an author first and foremost. He is changing the world of literature for the better."
- Helena Paddington, Outcault Prize for Fiction winner, Sohlman Prize for Literature winner.
"Despite being a musician and an author, he is to me, the greatest blessing to the film industry. This is his era."
- Heo Dong-jun, two-time Academy Award winner for Best Director and three-time nominee.

"I don't like him. Why does he use actors who didn't train and grind on the stage? He says he doesn't like my acting? What the hell does the kid know about acting? I've won awards for f*cks sake!"
- Merrell Street, five-time Academy Award winner for Best Actor, three-time Toby Award winner for Best Actor.




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A ground work for a novel idea in the future.
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English is not my first language so excuse my limited vocabulary and bad grammar. thanks

Chapter Ten

Fairy tales

Dais slammed into the wall of the tunnel, breathing heavily. He had run all the way from his room to this far off branch of his steel labyrinth. "What in the seven hells man?" His inner voice screamed at him. "She almost saw that smile..... saw your face! You know she will never come back if she sees your face." He nodded, clutching his head as he rested it on his knees.

"She looked as if she wanted to kiss me..." he muttered, closing his eyes tightly. Gods, how he wished that was what he had seen in her face. "She almost kissed me."

"Boy, allow me to make this as monosyllabic as remains possible. A woman like that will never fall for a man like you, never. Forget these fantasies, you know as well as anyone fairy-tales do not exist. Forget it, you don't want to get hurt do you?"

Dais slowly shook his head, body shaking from a mixture of nerves and sadness. "No, I don't want that."

"Good, then we are agreed. Forget it."

In the dark of the tunnel, Dais tried to forget that look she gave him moments before.

Every generation has its Beauties and its Beast's. Yet, not ALL endings are happily ever after, and not every Beast gets its Rose.. At least that's the way i see it.
~ Dais De Beaumont

So this is a story based on a dream that I had (again) and decided to make a one chapter that marks the starts of the dark tales. Hope you like it.

"You may have heard of several fairy tales. The sleeping beauty, the princess and the frog, rapunzel, the beauty and the beast, finally several tales that are rewritten and retold in various ways. But not all tales are happy." , many came from legends from generation to generation, and not all legends were fantasies. Welcome to Gealach, where all dreams come true for a price, are you willing to pay it? "

P.s, Fun fact is tha my brain decided to make the male lead take his apparence for one gothic-model-creator that I fallow in instagram. He makes awesome-full-of-magic-fantasy-and-aristrocacy content. So if you guys want a visual model for the male lead just search for @Valentin_Winter on instagram.

Do you love fairy tails?No, not the anime, but the original so-much-told-bed-time-stories that everyone knows? You may know the classics like snow white, Cinderella, Swan lake, little mermaid, lady and the trump, alice in wonderland, and so the list goes. If you do love those kind stories and like the remakes ones(with a little bit of dark sense in them) so i welcomed you to dark tales. Here you will find some fairy tails(or mostly disney "fairytails" story) made in a knew light, or should i say darkness? If you tired of the normal "prince saves the princess kinda story" and wanna see some badass womens(ad maybe some guys too) saving the "prince" just come with me in these adventure.
Every chapter will be one hole-short(but not to much)-story. Hope you guys like it.

P.s.- I'm kinda really busy so thats why i decided to make a colection of short stories, that's way you guys have a complete story and i can write the next one with more calm.
Oh and for the first story the amazing artist Amanda Ramos did the cover for it. So if you guys like it her art, just go to her insta @amanda.ramos.art and give some love pleasyy, she is really amazing.
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Story's List:
1°- Swan lake
2°- the moonless carnival

My name is Jennie Young a seventeen-year-old girl who loves having an adventure. Ever since I was young I would enjoy reading fairy tales with my grandmother. My grandmother said that I reminded her of the princesses written in the story with my care-free and loving personality. As I got older I tried to keep her words in mind and be a kind and caring person as the princesses in those stories.

Today is the day of my grandmother's funeral and I'm at her home with my parents packing her things. I stand in her attic and look at all the treasures my grandmother has collected over the years. As I walk across the room, my eyes start to tear up at the thought of never seeing my loving grandmother again in this life. 

In the midst of my disappears I come across a small decorated chest, one I never notice when I visited in the past. Curious, I open the chest to a large colorful book and small jeweled box and picture of my grandmother. Looking at the book I noticed that it is a collection of fairy tales of all the stories I read with my grandmother as a child.

The book brings back positive memories and I put it aside to take home as a memory of my time with her in the past. When I opened the small jeweled box I noticed a white amulet with a rose clasp. I put the amulet with the storybook as an heirloom that I would keep safe in the future. Lastly, I looked at the picture of my grandmother and my tears start to flow when I see her smiling face. Getting up and grabbing the items I go to leave the attic when I exit my grandmother's home I give it a smile and wish my grandmother a restful and peaceful afterlife. 
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In my room, I put on the white amulet and look at myself in the mirror; as such an important keepsake I vowed to wear it as a reminder of my grandmother. I put her picture on my dresser and sat in bed as I looked at the storybook. The first fairy tale was snow white and the seven dwarves and I instantly smiled. 

I remember when I was little and my parents missed their flight and they were going to miss my birthday. Sad and crying at the news my grandmother told me about a strong princess who went through tough times but still got a happy ending. That knowledge made my heart feel warm and I slowly got over the sadness of missing my parents. To me, that was the day my love for fairy tales began and the special bond I shared with my grandmother.

My heart became warmed at the memories as I read the fairy tale, I have been so into the story I never noticed my amulet slowly changing colors. When I got to last page and read the line, 'They all lived happily ever after,' my amulet changed ruby red and started to glow.

Shocked, I jumped out of bed and dropped the book on the ground and grabbed the amulet. When I touched it the red glowed started to fill the room. The next thing I noticed everything went dark and I started to hear bell all around me.
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When I opened my eyes I found myself lying on a huge bed in a huge decorated room. Surprised, I rose out of bed and walked around the room to try and get my bearing. I came across a floor-length mirror and almost screamed at the imaged shown back.

I saw a lady around twenty-four, with long raven-black hair, and crystal blue eyes and creamy skin. As I expected this lady whose body I now possessed I never saw the door in the room opening.

"My lady?" a small voice said from behind me.

I jumped to see a petite girl in a maid costume giving me a confused look, seeing as I didn't respond she asked again. "My lady, are you okay?"

Jennie Young has loved fairy tales since she was a little girl. One day she found a ruby amulet that transported her into different fairy tale worlds. Join her as she rewrites the story to create a happy ending of her very own.

Copyright: 
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Explained simply -> Do not copy.

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Description/Summary:

"But these aren't regular fairy tales, Alex. They don't end on happily ever after. There's more to the story than that." 

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Having a physco for a grandmother wasn't really on Alexandra Parker's wish list. Well, now that she thought about it, a lot that has happened wasn't on her wish list. Forced to move schools, realized all her friends were fake, and broke up with her boyfriend all in the span of two short weeks. 

What makes it even worse is that the neighborhood, or should she say forest, she moved to is quite strange. There's glittering castles, deep dark forests, and Alex swears she caught a glimpse of a spinning wheel once. 

And a "royal announcement" went out yesterday explaining that the prince was on a search for a missing girl he fell in love with at a ball. 

Sooner rather than later, Alex regains the truth about this mysterious land.

And they need her help. 

But stories can be a little twisted. 

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Author's Note: 
I think I need to start this off by saying, my apologies for creating a book, then deleting it, and creating a book, then deleting it, and the cycle continues. I am sorry for that, and I SWEAR to you that this one I WILL finish. Even I have to force myself to do it. 

So, for this one, I have turned my attention to fairy tales. Stories we heard when we were younger, stories we are all familiar with. And if you're not? That's okay too! 

I thought to myself, why have one fairy tale, when you can have them all? Make them combine, but instead of happily ever after, it turns into a chaotic jumble with messed up fairy tales.

And then, I preceded to write this book because I was excited to ruin childhood stories. 

So, I thank you for reading my book, and I hope it is as enjoyable to read as it was to write!

- Emmy 


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Update Schedule: 
I do not have an official update schedule. From my experiences in the past, I have discovered it stresses me out, and forces me to write faster. This may sound like a good thing, but trust me, it's quite the opposite. If I'm rushed during my writing process, my story will either come out with too much detail or too little. It also won't make sense and will be hard to read and understand. 

Due to this, I have no update schedule. My chapters are randomly posted since I work on writing in my free time. Some may come out days after others, and some may come weeks after. 

My apologies if this causes issues for anyone who reads my book. Unfortunately, it's the best I can do for now.  

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Title and Cover: 
The cover - The cover for this book is temporary. I have no skills in art, and as soon as I write enough chapters, I'll have one of my friends, or someone else, make a cover for me. I may even do a mini contest, and one of my fellow readers can make something for me. 

The title - I'm not as certain on this, but it may be temporary as well. It depends on if I can find a better name for the book.  

If you have any ideas for the title, they can go here. ->

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My story: 
Please note this is my very first story. My grammar, punctuation, and spelling my not be up to point, and my revising and editing jobs may look like trash. The more I write, the more I will improve my skills. 

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Going off of that...
Criticism, Changes, and Edits: 
I accept criticism in my stories. I am a writer anyway, and most writers need others to help them develop their skills, and grow their stories. This especially comes from their readers. 

With that being said, you may comment changes, edits, and criticism on any part of the story you feel there is a change needed. 

I only ask that you reread what you have to say before you post it into the world. 

Remember: Treat others the way you want to be treated. 

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Please tell me where you found this book, or what peaked your interest to begin reading it. -> 

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That's all. 
Thank you and enjoy!

"But these aren't regular fairy tales, Alex. They don't end on happily ever after. There's more to the story than that." 

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Having a physco for a grandmother wasn't really on Alexandra Parker's wish list. Well, now that she thought about it, a lot that has happened wasn't on her wish list. Forced to move schools, realized all her friends were fake, and broke up with her boyfriend all in the span of two short weeks. 

What makes it even worse is that the neighborhood, or should she say forest, she moved to is quite strange. There's glittering castles, deep dark forests, and Alex swears she caught a glimpse of a spinning wheel once. 

And a "royal announcement" went out yesterday explaining that the prince was on a search for a missing girl he fell in love with at a ball. 

Sooner rather than later, Alex regains the truth about this mysterious land.

And they need her help. 

But stories can be a little twisted.

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This is my first story, I hope you enjoy!



They had been late for dinner and so Broge asked a kindly maid to bring Diana a tray into her room. Diana's new supplies were neatly arranged inside her wardrobe. She spread a few floor cusions on the balcony and sat there admiring the twin planets. Tomorrow would be her first day in a new school, in a new elven school, in a new elven school inside a freaking palace. 

How did I manage to get here? 

Again, she wished Alex were here to keep her company. I am here in case you wish to talk. 

Diana jumped. The boy's voice - she should stop referring to him as the boy - Silvanus's voice was so clear, it seemed like he was in the same room. She'd been happy since his mind had not butted into her consciousness the entire day. It seemed the link between their minds weakened with distance so she could not hear him all the way out in the city. She tried to keep her mental chatter polite, uncomfortably aware that he could hear all the thoughts that bounced inside her head. She reached out tentatively with her mind, unsure whether what she was doing was correct but suddenly she could hear his thoughts. They were nervous, uncomfortable - like a small puppy that expected a rebuff. Thank you but I'd prefer to go to bed now. 

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Sleep did not come as easily as last night. She tossed and turned thinking about the next day, then finally, she grabbed a small torch and slipped out of her room. She kept careful note of landmarks like paintings and engravings for fear of getting lost in the vast maze-like palace. An owl hooted in the distance .......... and an answering hoot sounded beside her. She swung her torch blindly till it shone on a large beautifully engraved barn owl. 

"Whoaa you have voices too?" 

The barn owl blinked once but did not hoot. Then it took off and turned to the right at the end of the corridor. "Heyyy!" Diana followed it to the corner and found herself facing a heavily engraved wooden door. She looked behind her shoulder - this was probably not a good idea, there might be rules against children wandering around the palace at night - but she wanted to know whether it was the marble owl that had answered the hoot. She opened the door and stepped into .......heaven. 

Books! 

Books as far as the eye could see. Aisles and aisles filled with books of all colours and sizes; shelves bursting with them. Diana passed by aisles labeled Astronomy, Alchemy, Matter, Mystic Arts, Music, .............. and then her torch stopped at 'Fairy tales.' She scanned the titles - some familiar ones jumped out. Cinderella.........Beauty and the Beast............oh they even have- 

"What are you searching for?" 

Diana almost jumped out of her skin at the deep voice of Cironir. She turned around, mortified at being caught by the Principal himself. "I'm sorry.........I-uh couldn't sleep so I......" 

To her surprise, he smiled. "Curiosity is not a sin, child. Though I would like you to know that children are not allowed to wander the palace after dark, so next time, you can come look for a book during the day." 

"Yes, Herdir-sorry, Herdante," she said relieved. Diana was not the rule-breaker type and even though she would be staying here only for a while, she didn't want to be anything but a model student. 

"You may call me 'Teacher.' 

"Yes, Teacher." 

"Good. Now what kind of books are you looking for? Hmmm Fairy tales?" He chuckled lightly. "Shouldn't you write your own life-story and read it then?" 

Diana had raised her eyebrows and smiled wryly at the poor joke. "Yeah, cause it would be a fairytale. Uh-Good one." 

"Forgive me. I am trying to be better at cracking jokes. I've often gotten the feedback that my jokes about the alchemist and the radat tails are ........not amusing." He smiled apologetically. 

"I want to know the original stories. Herdir Broge said something about Snow White." 

Cironir picked up a thick red and white coloured book and handed it to her. "Then you should read this." Diana examined the cover of the book. "Snow White and the Seven Dwarves..........talk about plagiarism, they didn't even change the name of the book. I hope you sued the Grimm brothers." 

"May I ask you something?" Cironir looked thoughtful. 

"Sure." 

"Now you know that you're a fairy. You have seen your birth-world today. I've watched incredulity on your face....... but not wonder. Don't human children wonder at fairytales?" 

Diana opened her mouth unsure of what to say. "Uh........ they do, they do." 

"They?" Cironir had caught the significant word. 

"It's....uh...... complicated." Diana sighed searching for a way to explain. "I've always liked fairy tales; Dad bought me all the storybooks. Well, minus the regressive parts, of course - the almighty prince come to save the damsel-in-distress. I liked them because of the beautiful visions they bring to mind. A simpler world where the greatest problems are solved by the wave of a magic wand. They're great places to visit ......... but they're not real. At least, they weren't to me. And now my mind is reeling because - turns out - fairy tales are real! Magic is real! How can something so completely illogical be real? 

Cironir listened to her rant, amused and thoughtful. "Child, let me ask you a question. What is magic?" 

"Uh.... uh........." Diana floundered. Hocus-pocus and abra-kadabra seemed like very childish answers at that point. 

"So you don't know what it is but you have branded it as illogical." Cironir smiled a light, knowing smile. 

"What do you call the greatest herald of progress on Earth?" 

Her answer was instant. "That's easy, 'Science.'" 

"And, in the beginning, what did the humans who did not understand science call it?" 

Diana raised an eyebrow. "You're trapping me, aren't you?" 

Cironir merely smiled bringing out the crinkles on the corner of his eyes. 

"They called it magic," conceded Diana. 

"Yes! For eons, magic has existed among us called by numerous different names. Essentially, magic is energy - in its purest, most ancient form. The energy that pulsates throughout the universe, breathing life into the engine of everything. We, the magical community, are those who have mastered the art of harnessing this energy using our minds. Humans have chosen to harness it via other matter." Cironir's eyes, lost in thought finally refocused on Diana. "Science is the medium of utilizing energy and magic is that energy - but both were called illogical by those who failed to understand." 

"Read it, child," Cironir gestured to the book in her hand, "and discover the wonder that you've not let yourself feel. Just because we understand something, we should not let the wonder of its existence go unappreciated." 

Cironir walked back till the end of the aisle, then turned around seeming to remember something. 

"Oh you want to know another name for magic? Some call it ...... God." 

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Diana laid on her belly under the soft covers, feet in the air and chin in her hands reading quickly. By the end of the book, she wanted to take back her earlier comment on plagiarism. The real story was nothing like the fairy tale she'd read. Unfortunately some of the Elvish words were not completely translated. Diana checked the glossary but it was for the English words. The book was one of those elven children read to improve their English. 

........ her face as white as snow, the fairy princess of the mountains was named Snow White........ And her step-mother, the Queen, ordered the huntsman to kill the fair Princess Snow and bring her heart as proof ........... The hunstman's dagger pierced the wild boar and thus he set the Princess free ........ "Reclaim your throne........" Hidden in the forest, in the home of the Original Seven, the Princess learned the tactics of warfare............ The persecuted elves took arms under the leadership of the fair Princess, following her into the worst civil war in the history of Earth...................... Seeing the failure of the army in sight, the Queen sent her last weapon, the sorcerer Rowan................ And as they met, the light of gold bathed the kingdom......... releasing Rowan from one spell as he fell under another........... For the Princess had found her Zareh ............... The wrath of the Zareh fell on the army .......... together, they cast a spell so bright, the Queen perished in the void of darkness ............ for love had united the Paire Cosantora .......... the most powerful spell of all.............. 

Human children could learn a thing or two from these fairy tales... Why were they changed.........Hmmm....... Maybe the Grimm brothers were afraid of being sued for plagiarism thought Diana sleepily as she snuggled deeper into her covers.

Being the best was normal for her. As effortless and easy as a breeze over still water. She'd successfully smoothed over the mishaps of her past in the minds of those around her to become the apple of their eyes. She created a perfect life through lies, deceit and a little help from her .................... abilities.

When Diana arrives at the magical city of Vorantia, everyone is afraid of her. Everyone except an elf with emerald green eyes. Why? What is her connection to this boy? Why can she hear what he thinks? Why can she feel what he feels?

As Diana is introduced into the world of magic, she discovers the secrets that this place holds. But some secrets are best left buried........

Her story is unfinished. Her tale untold. But then...... can a fairy tale be complete without a fairy?

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He stared intently at her face for a moment and his eyes widened in sudden dread. "You-y-you're one of t-them??"

"One of who?"

"You're a s-spy!" The fear in his face now mingled with indignation. "Don't play games with me! I k-know who you're with! I - I - I'm not scared of you!"

"Look! I don't know where I am and I want to go home!"

"Gurgof!!" He spat. "You have the audacity to come here after what your people did to us! To me!" His tone seethed with bitterness. "Who else did you come to target? Who else will you take from me?"

"Relax, okay! I came here by mistake. Just tell me how to get home and I'll be gone." Diana put up her hands defensively, alarmed by the sudden change in the boy's demeanour.

There were angry tears in his vivid green eyes and his whole body shook with emotion.

"You will not go anywhere."

His voice was very faint.

"You will not succeed again."

His hands balled into fists.

"You will pay the price of their crime!" he screamed, before launching himself towards her.

again the same story...
those fairy tales were lies
it was a lie that there was
a perfect happily ever after
it was a lie that true love
will exist for  lifetimes
it was a lie again
the promise of a forever
indeed it was lie 
to hold on what u truly feel
it was a lie, sweet to my ears
that the stars write ur story...
mine had always shone bright
but my tale was all about the dark
tell me, did u enjoyed
playing with my scars...
scars that were ur creation
that i happily accepted
for i beleived in theae lies
i believed that u will stay by my side
i believed in our forever
i trusted, entrusting u my heart
i loved u, unconditionally
i still do, irrevocably
but no more do i believe
 in these tales that only mislead
'cause this is the very same story
the story of my life
that these fairytales...
were nothing more than a lie

Once upon a time…" Mrs. Peters said to her sixth-grade class. "These are the most magical words
our world has ever known and the gateway into the greatest stories ever told. They're an immediate
calling to anyone who hears them—a calling into a world where everyone is welcome and anything
can happen. Mice can become men, maids can become princesses, and they can teach valuable
lessons in the process."
Alex Bailey eagerly sat straight up in her seat. She usually enjoyed her teacher's lessons, but this
was something especially close to her heart.
"Fairy tales are much more than silly bedtime stories," the teacher continued. "The solution to
almost every problem imaginable can be found in the outcome of a fairy tale. Fairy tales are life
lessons disguised with colorful characters and situations.
" 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf ' teaches us the value of a good reputation and the power of honesty.
'Cinderella'shows us the rewards of having a good heart. 'The Ugly Duckling' teaches us the
meaning of inner beauty."
Alex's eyes were wide, and she nodded in agreement. She was a pretty girl with bright blue eyes
and short strawberry-blonde hair that was always kept neatly out of her face with a headband.
The way the other students stared at their teacher as if the lesson being taught were in another
language, was something Mrs. Peters had never grown accustomed to. So, Mrs. Peters would often
direct entire lessons to the front row, where Alex sat.
Mrs. Peters was a tall, thin woman who always wore dresses that resembled old, patterned sofas.
Her hair was dark and curly and sat perfectly on the top of her head like a hat (and her students often
thought it was). Through a pair of thick glasses, her eyes were permanently squinted from all the
judgmental looks she had given her classes over the years.
"Sadly, these timeless tales are no longer relevant in our society," Mrs. Peters said. "We have
traded their brilliant teachings for small-minded entertainment like television and video games.
Parents now let obnoxious cartoons and violent movies influence their children.
"The only exposure to the tales some children acquire are versions bastardized by film
companies. Fairy tale 'adaptations' are usually stripped of every moral and lesson the stories were
originally intended to teach, and replaced with singing and dancing forest animals. I recently read that
films are being created depicting Cinderella as a struggling hip-hop singer and Sleeping Beauty as a
warrior princess battling zombies!"
"Awesome," a student behind Alex whispered to himself.
Alex shook her head. Hearing this made her soul hurt. She tried to share her disapproval with her
fellow classmates but, sadly, her concern was not reciprocated.
"I wonder if the world would be a different place if everyone knew these tales in the way the
Brothers Grimm and Hans Christian Andersen intended them to be known," Mrs. Peters said. "I
wonder if people would learn from the Little Mermaid's heartbreak when she dies at the end of her
real story. I wonder if there would be so many kidnappings if children were shown the true dangers
that Little Red Riding Hood faced. I wonder if delinquents would be so inclined to misbehave if they
knew about the consequences Goldilocks caused for herself with the Three Bears.
"There is so much to learn and prevent for our futures if we just open our eyes to past teachings.
Perhaps if we embraced fairy tales as much as we could, it would be much easier to find our own
happily-ever-afters."
If Alex had her way, Mrs. Peters would be rewarded with thunderous applause after each lesson
she gave. Unfortunately, all that followed her classes was a mutual sigh of relief among the students,
thankful that they were over. "Let's see how well you all know your fairy tales," the teacher said with
a smile, and began pacing the room. "In 'Rumpelstiltskin,' what did the young maiden's father tell the
king that his daughter could spin hay into? Does anyone know?"
Mrs. Peters scanned the classroom like a shark looking for wounded fish. Only one student raised
her hand.
"Yes, Miss Bailey?" Mrs. Peters called.
"He claimed she could spin hay into gold," Alex said.
"Very good, Miss Bailey," Mrs. Peters said. If she had a favorite student—not that she would ever
admit to having one—Alex would have been it.
Alex was always eager to please. She was the definition of a bookworm. It didn't matter what
time of day it was—before school, during school, after school, before bed—she was always reading.
She had a thirst for knowledge and, because of it, Alex was usually the first person to answer Mrs.
Peters's questions.
She tried her best to impress her classmates with every chance she got, putting extra effort into
each book report and class presentation she was assigned. However, this usually annoyed the other
students, and Alex was often teased for it.
She constantly heard other girls making fun of her behind her back. She usually spent lunch alone
under a tree somewhere with an open library book. Although she would never tell anyone, Alex was
so lonely that sometimes it hurt.
"Now, can anyone tell me what the compromise was that the maiden made with Rumpelstiltskin?"
Alex waited a moment before putting her hand up. She didn't want to seem like a total teacher's
pet.
"Yes, Miss Bailey?"
"In exchange for turning the hay into gold, the maiden promised to give Rumpelstiltskin her firstborn child when she became queen," Alex explained.
"That's a pretty steep deal," said a boy behind Alex.
"What's a creepy old short man want with a baby anyway?" a girl next to him asked.
"Obviously, he couldn't adopt with a name like Rumpelstiltskin," another student added.
"Did he eat the baby?" someone else asked nervously.
Alex turned around to face her clueless peers.
"You're all missing the point of the story," Alex said. "Rumpelstiltskin took advantage of the
maiden because she was in need. The story is about the price of a bad negotiation. What are we
willing to give up long-term in the future for something short-term in the present? Get it?"
If Mrs. Peters could change her facial expression, she would have looked very proud. "Nicely put,
Miss Bailey," she said. "I must say, in all my years of teaching, I've rarely come across a pupil with
as much in-depth knowledge as—"
A loud snore suddenly came from the back of the classroom. A boy in the back row was slouched
over his desk and drooling from the corner of his mouth, very much asleep.
Alex had a twin brother, and it was moments like these that made her wish she didn't.
Mrs. Peters diverted her attention to him like a paper clip to a magnet.
"Mr. Bailey?" Mrs. Peters asked.
He continued to snore.
"Mr. Bailey?" Mrs. Peters asked again, kneeling down closer to him.
He let out another enormous snore. A few of the students wondered how it was possible for such a
loud noise to come out of him.
"Mr. Bailey!" Mrs. Peters shouted in his ear.
As if someone had lit a firework under his seat, Conner Bailey jumped back to life, almost
knocking his desk over.
"Where am I? What happened?" Conner asked in a panicked state of confusion. His eyes darted
around the room while his brain tried to remember where he was.
Like his sister, he also had bright blue eyes and strawberry-blond hair. His face was round and
freckled and, at the moment, slightly smushed to one side like a basset hound when it first wakes up
from a nap.
Alex couldn't have been more embarrassed by her brother. Besides sharing looks and a birth date,
she and her brother couldn't have been more different. Conner may have had a lot of friends, but
unlike his sister, he had trouble in school… mostly trouble staying awake.
"I'm so glad you could rejoin us, Mr. Bailey," Mrs. Peters said sternly. "Did you have a nice
nap?"
Conner turned bright red.
"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Peters," he apologized, trying to be as genuine as possible. "Sometimes when
you talk for long periods of time, I doze off. No offense. I can't help it."
"You fall asleep in my class at least twice a week," Mrs. Peters reminded him.
"Well, you do talk a lot." Before he could stop himself from saying it, Conner knew it was the
wrong thing to say. A few of the students had to bite their hands to stop laughing.
"I recommend you stay awake while I teach, Mr. Bailey," Mrs. Peters threatened. Conner had
never seen anyone squint their eyes so tight without shutting them before. "Unless you know enough
about fairy tales to teach this lesson yourself," she added.
"I probably do," Conner said. Once again, he spoke without thinking. "I mean, I know a lot about
this stuff, that's all."
"Oh, really?" Mrs. Peters never backed down from a challenge, and every student's worst
nightmare was that they'd be her challenger. "All right, Mr. Bailey, if you're so knowledgeable,
answer this question."
Conner gulped.
"In the original tale of Sleeping Beauty, how many years does the princess sleep before she is
awoken by true love's first kiss?" Mrs. Peters asked, studying his face.
All eyes were on him, impatiently waiting for the slightest indication that he didn't know the
answer. But fortunately for Conner, he did.
"One hundred," Conner answered. "Sleeping Beauty slept for one hundred years. That's why the
castle grounds were covered in vines and stuff because the curse affected everyone in the kingdom,
and there was no one to garden."
Mrs. Peters didn't know what to say or do. She frowned down at him, immensely surprised. This
was the first time he had ever been correct when she'd put him on the spot, and she certainly hadn't
expected it.
"Try to stay conscious, Mr. Bailey. Lucky for you, I used my last detention slip this morning, but I
can always request more," Mrs. Peters said, and promptly walked to the front of the classroom to
continue her lesson.
Conner sighed with relief, and the red drained from his face. His eyes met his sister's; even she
was surprised he had gotten the answer right. Alex hadn't expected Conner to remember any fairy
tales….
"Now, class, I want you all to get out your literature books, turn to page one hundred and seventy,
and read 'Little Red Riding Hood' quietly to yourselves," Mrs. Peters instructed.
The students did as they were told. Conner made himself as comfortable as possible at hhis desk
and began reading. The story, the pictures, and the characters were all so familiar to him.
One of the things Alex and Conner looked forward to the most when they were very young had
been the trips to see their grandmother. She lived up in the mountains in the heart of the woods in a
tiny house that could best be described as a cottage, if such a thing still existed.
It was a long journey, a few hours by car, but the twins loved every minute of it. Their anticipation
would grow as they traveled up the windy roads and through the endless trees, and when they crossed
a yellow bridge, the twins would excitedly exclaim, "We're almost there! We're almost there!"
Once they arrived, their grandmother would greet them at the door with open arms and hugs so
tight they would almost pop.
"Look at you two! You've both grown a foot since the last time I saw you!" Grandma would say,
even if they hadn't, and then would lead them inside, where a freshly baked batch of cookies waited
for them.
Their father had grown up in the woods and would spend hours each day telling the twins his
adventures as a kid: all the trees he'd climbed, all the streams he'd swum, and all the ferocious
animals he'd barely escaped from. Most of his retellings were highly exaggerated, but they loved this
time with him more than anything else in the world.
"Someday, when you're older, I'll take you to all the secret places where I used to play," their
father would tease them. He was a tall man with kind eyes that would wrinkle whenever he smiled,
and he smiled quite a bit, especially when he was teasing the twins.
At night the twins' mother would help their grandmother cook dinner and, after they had eaten, as
soon as the dishes were done, the family would sit around the fireplace. Their grandmother would
open her big storybook, and she and their father would take turns reading the twins fairy tales until
they fell asleep. Sometimes the Bailey family would be up until sunrise.
They told the stories with such detail and passion that it didn't matter how many times the twins
heard the same story. They were the best memories any child could ask for.
Unfortunately, the twins hadn't been back to their grandmother's cottage in a very long time….
"MR. BAILEY!" Mrs. Peters shouted. Conner had dozed off again.
"Sorry, Mrs. Peters!" he bellowed back, sitting straight up in his seat like a soldier on guard. If
looks could kill, Conner would have been dead from the scowl she was sending him.
"What did we think of the real Little Red Riding Hood?" the teacher asked her class.
A girl with frizzy hair and thick braces raised her hand.
"Mrs. Peters?" the frizzy-haired girl asked. "I'm confused."
"And why is that?" Mrs. Peters said, as if asking, "What on earth could you possibly be confused
about, idiot?"
"Because, it says the Big Bad Wolf is killed by the Hunter," the frizzy-haired girl explained. "I
always thought the wolf was just upset because the other wolves in his pack made fun of his snout,
and he and Little Red Riding Hood became friends in the end. At least, that's what happened in the
cartoon I used to watch when I was little."
Mrs. Peters rolled her eyes so far into the back of her head, she could have seen what was behind
her.
"That," she said with a clenched jaw, "is exactly why we're having this lesson."
The frizzy-haired girl became wide-eyed and sad. How could something so dear to her have been
so wrong?
"For homework," Mrs. Peters said, and the room unanimously slumped in their seats, "you are to
pick your favorite fairy tale and write a paper, due tomorrow, on the real lesson the tale is trying to
teach us."
Mrs. Peters went to her desk, and the students began working on their assignment with the little
class time remaining.
"Mr. Bailey?" Mrs. Peters summoned Conner to her desk. "A word."
Conner was in deep trouble, and he knew it. He cautiously stood up and walked to Mrs. Peters's
desk. The other students gave him sorrowful looks as he walked by, as if he were walking to his
executioner.
"Yes, Mrs. Peters?" Conner asked.
"Conner, I'm trying to be very sensitive about your family situation," Mrs. Peters said, glaring at
him over the frames of her glasses.
Family situation. Two words Conner had heard too many times in the last year.
"However," Mrs. Peters continued, "there is certain behavior I just will not tolerate in my
classroom. You're constantly falling asleep in class, you don't pay attention, not to mention you quiz
and test very poorly. Your sister seems to be functioning just fine. Perhaps you could follow her
example?"
It was a comparison that felt like a kick in the stomach every time someone made it. Indeed,
Conner was not his sister by any means, and he was always punished because of it.
"If this continues, I will be forced to have a meeting with your mother, do you understand?" Mrs.
Peters warned him.
"Yes, sir—I mean ma'am! I meant ma'am! Sorry." It just hadn't been his best day.
"Okay, then. You may have a seat."
Conner slowly walked back to his seat, his head hanging slightly lower than it had all day. More
than anything, he hated feeling like a failure.
Alex had watched the entire conversation between her brother and their teacher. As much as her
brother embarrassed her, she did feel for him as only a sister could.
Alex flipped through her literature book, deciding on which story to write about. The pictures
weren't as colorful and exciting as they had been in her grandmother's book, but seeing all the
characters she had grown up reading about made her feel at home, a feeling that had recently become
a rarity.
If only fairy tales were real, she thought. Somebody could wave a wand and magically make
things how they used to be.

Alex and Conner Bailey's world is about to change.
When the twins’ grandmother gives them a treasured fairy-tale book, they have no idea they’re about to enter a land beyond all imagining: the Land of Stories, where fairy tales are real.But as Alex and Conner soon discover, the stories they know so well haven’t ended in this magical land—Goldilocks is now a wanted fugitive,
Red Riding Hood has her own kingdom, and Queen Cinderella is about to become a mother!
The twins know they must get back home somehow. But with the legendary Evil Queen hot on their trail, will they ever find the way?
The Land of Stories: The Wishing Spell brings readers on a thrilling quest filled with magic spells, laugh-out-loud humor, and page-turning adventure.
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