A shadow.

That was all there was. Only a shadow. A little darkness, sitting on the chair. That did not speak. It made silence rather than sound.

There was laughter around it, and voices. Once upon a time, the shadow would have been the one that had caused the laughter. Once, it had been a girl. A charming girl. Someone to be respected. Someone that people stood in awe of. A brilliant girl.

But a curse came in the way of a gift. Shadows now, there were three others. One had been beautiful. One had been clever. One though, was mysterious. And she filled their heads with something dangerous. With dreams, and a desire to be different. They had, foolishly, believed.

The shadow remembers, It, she, had said it would be fun. A lark. A laugh. The others had agreed. The mysterious girl had taken them to a place, where what they had wanted, had come. Magic. Beauty. Love. Power. The shadow that was mysterious met with her mother and learnt of the magic of the Realm. The one that had been clever manifested as a beautiful, talented, attention-commanding thing. The one that was beautiful found her true love, to serenede her. And the shadow that had been charming had learnt to hunt, and held power in her hand.

And for a while, there, things were good. But slowly, their lives became engulfed by this place, this Realm. and their real selves, who fought with the trials and troubles of life, the ups and downs, the vecissitudes,normality, began to fade.

Fade away. Into shadows.

But this shadow of a charming girl thought this could be good. You cannot speak to shadows. You cannot lie to a shadow.

And now that is all she, it, is.

A shadow.