𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒: 𝒐𝒇 𝑭𝑨𝑰𝑹𝒀𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑺, 𝑭𝑶𝑳𝑲𝑳𝑶𝑹𝑬 & 𝑭𝑨𝑬𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑫 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌.

 

( scenarios inspired by various settings, encounters & magic tucked between pages. )

𝗙𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗬𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗦.

⤞ ‘ let me guess, you thought a true love’s kiss would help you. ’

⤞ ‘ you will always follow the trail in the wood, and it will guide you on the same path, to the same cottage, the same witch. it will always be your undoing. ’

⤞ ‘ i have never seen a more tragic creature. how might i help you ? ’

⤞ ‘ you must take this knife and plunge it into his / her / their heart. ’

⤞ ‘ forget yourself. that is how you break your curse. ’

⤞ ‘ remove this thorn from my hand, and you will be rewarded. ’

⤞ ‘ i’m tired of being a prince. i think i would actually enjoy being a frog. ’

⤞ ‘ tell me of the beast, and i will hunt it for you. ’

⤞ ‘ mice are never just mice, and pumpkins are rarely just pumpkins. ’

⤞ ‘ i don’t think breaking a spell should be this simple. ’

⤞ ‘ i never thought i’d return here, to the site where it all began. ’

⤞ ‘ are you an orphan ? it’s just that they’re always finding themselves in magical predicaments. ’

⤞ ‘ the mirror speaks falsely in your ear. it is your true curse. ’

⤞ ‘ my heart feels uneasy, although i am free. is it supposed to ? ’

⤞ ‘ i’m sorry, it’s just that i thought this is the part of the quest where the animals ought to start talking to me. ’

⤞ ‘ of course i plan on going to the ball. why wouldn’t i ? ’

⤞ ‘ jealousy has made more witches out of women than adam’s rib. ’

⤞ ‘ where has choosing goodheartedness and having golden hair ever gotten you ? ’

 ⤞ ‘ are you a helpful wizard, or the kind that sits in a tower reading moldy books ? ’

⤞ ‘ i’m dreadfully bored. who knew waiting for a prince was so strenuous ? ’

⤞ ‘ we all have towers we must leave, and magic that will try to thwart us. ’

⤞ ‘ i’m afraid for the clock to strike. the hour will ring in the place of my heartbeat when we must be parted. ’

⤞ ‘ i had no idea carpets could fly. or pigs for that matter. ’

⤞ ‘ what would happen if the knight did not arrive to the castle, and the dragon made a den of it and a hoard of its people and prize of its princess ? ’

⤞ ‘ i sometimes think i was switched out at birth, like a lizard in a bird’s nest. i belong somewhere else. ’

⤞ ‘ in another kingdom exists a throne and a crown that is mine by right. ’

⤞ ‘ if i did not wake up one day, i would still be waiting on a spinning wheel, dutifully bored. ’

⤞ ‘ something in me knows you are here for my heart. ’

𝗙𝗢𝗟𝗞𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗘.

⤞ ‘ in all the myths i’ve heard, it’s never been worthwhile to approach strange sights. it’s best to turn around and pretend you never saw them. ’

⤞ ‘ nothing is folklore until it exists longer than consciousness remembers, and lives in spite of it. ’

⤞ ‘ i’ve heard your name before, in songs and lengthy ballads. ’

⤞ ‘ whatever has led you here to me, there is destiny in its making. ’

⤞ ‘ the beast returns every century or so, and tries to devour us. it will come again before long. ’

⤞ ‘ a pretty face is not nothing. it earns you a hearth and a kind hand, after all. ’

⤞ ‘ their lips are red as blood, and their teeth carve ruin into throats. ’

⤞ ‘ aren’t dragons supposed to breathe fire and make a fuss about having their treasure found ? ’

⤞ ‘ someday you will become a pilgrim, a saint, or a favored story, while i will be a voice on the wind. ’

⤞ ‘ the stories say brides don’t live to the light before demons devour them. why should i become one ? ’

⤞ ‘ there was another girl like you once, in a small town like this one. i can’t remember if she became the monster or died trying to escape it. ’

⤞ ‘ remember to festoon the hearth with garlic, or rosemary, or one of those mundane herbs that keep evil out. ’

⤞ ‘ that sounds like nothing but a tall tale, but i’m certain smaller minds would eat it up. ’

⤞ ‘ to cross this bridge, you’ll have to pay a heavy toll. ’

⤞ ‘ don’t stray too far from the path set before you, or something interesting might happen. ’

⤞ ‘ i’ve passed that yard of crops a million times, but the crow never moved from its post until this morning. ’

⤞ ‘ it is as though ancient fears are still in us like scars or stitches. ’

⤞ ‘ graveyards aren’t where you find ghosts. look for them in places that feel like memories you shouldn’t have. ’

⤞ ‘ stories reap princes from peasants as if their skins were crops in the ground. ’

⤞ ‘ what form does your fear take ? surely not that of a bear or a lion. such things are too assuring. ’

⤞ ‘ i found myself where everything was too familiar to be real. ’

⤞ ‘ in safe beds on cold dark nights, we learn to face the monsters in our own minds. ’

𝗙𝗔𝗘𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗗.

⤞ ‘ you’re not to partake in a fairy feast. don’t you know it’s the food that will devour you ? ’

⤞ ‘ i’m sorry you did not read the eyes of the trees before finding yourself here. ’

⤞ ‘ i wish to go back. i want to forget everything. ’

⤞ ‘ you think that believing in us is enough to protect you ?