Once upon a time does not exist, you see. Trying to fill the space between the small pearly beads of sand as they slip through the hourglass will leave you nothing but the distance between one grain and the next. You stand Outside in the rain, water dripping over the crevices of your face. No laugh lines. Perfectly dry. The Outside is not as quiet as believed; the outside is full of screaming. Screams that fall on deaf ears. The Outside is a cycle of faceless ghosts. There is no once upon a time, not even in dreams.

Despite is reassurances, no one was reassured, for, sitting in the center of the cabbages, was a human-ish looking . . . thing. It appeared to be female and had long silver-white hair that was tangled like a living beast around twigs and leaves. Her teeth were gray and her face was dirty. Her clothes were ragged; a robe that had seen better days, a long, long time ago. She lifted her head from her cabbage and opened her mouth as if she were screaming, but no sound came out.

“Before the four founders of Hogwarts came together to create their school of witchcraft and wizardry there was a race of women known as the Arathians who were extremely gifted and extremely talented sorceresses. Now, a witch and sorceress are as different from each other as night is from day and the witches did not appreciate the sorceresses supreme power, even though the sorceresses kept to themselves, living in the trees of the forest and surviving off what they could from nature..."