Introduction;//
A teen sat in an old library, nearly asleep from lack of activity.
Spinning a sharpie with her slender pale white fingers, she let out a yawn.
Her dull gray eyes looked around the old room and were set on a wooden book shelve. Fizz stood up and walked over to the shelves and noticed how the rotten, green wood was full of books and dust. She reached onto the shelve and found a book.
What was this book? It was binded with old ripping green leather that barely held the book together. On the bendy spine in old stamp pressed letters in gold said 'A Collection of Fairy Tales'
Fairy Tales? she thought, opening the book. The pages looked brand new, as in they must have been preserved somehow. A mischivious look came on her face. What if she changed the Fairy Tales? Perfect to ease her boredom. Fizz brought the book back to the table she was sitting at and opened it to the first page. She uncapped the sharpie.