Preface

At this very moment everything you have heard, everything you have been spoon fed about me needs to be forgotten. I need to tell my story, the real story of Little Red Riding Hood, because I am sick of being portrayed as defenseless and naive. I need to right the wrong my sister, my despicable younger sister, cast upon me. And I need to do so through you, so that the world may finally hear the truth.

I am writing this as my last will and testament, a documentary about my life and how it came to pass. I am ensuring that future generations of my family, and of those who have been misled, may know that I was not some pathetic little girl who was tricked and then eaten by a wolf. I was never used as a tool.

I had been a teenager, at least in the eyes of my people, and I had fallen in love with the so-called Big Bad Wolf. My intentions had been innocent. I had followed my heart into the arms of a werewolf, the mortal enemies of my race, and I chosen to stay there. I chose to stay where I could escape the cruelties of my people.

Every mistake I made in that wretched fairy tale was a choice I made in the true course of my life, choices that I still do not regret to this very day.

I am getting ahead of myself though. Forgive me.

My name is Sienna Giordano and I fear that my choice, no matter how happy I may be with it, has had dire consequences. I may have placed the lives of my family and those of my future generations at risk all in the name of love.

You are probably more than confused right now so I will give you the information you need to proceed forward with the whole of my tale.

I was born into the magical faction of the Fair Folk, or more commonly known as the Fay. They are immortal beings defined by their use of the four natural elements: earth, wind, water, and fire. They are creatures born from the earth herself and blessed with beauty beyond compare, destined to roam the Realm of the Living for all eternity unless some tragedy were to fall on their head. Within my old faction there are eleven races, each with their own abilities, temperaments, and appearances. One of which were the elves, a race dedicated to the earth goddess and all that came with her worship. This was the race I was born to, the race that hated me for what I was.

To be specific about my heritage I was the second born child, first born daughter, to an Elvin Queen. Her name had been Lady Alarice Giordano and my mother has been hailed one of the greatest rulers our race had ever seen, if only because she had led a Holocaust that had almost succeeded in wiping out a large portion of the werewolf race. There are ballads dedicated to her greatness, her beauty, and her kindness. I remembered her in a different light, a darker light.

She had been a source of suffering to me, a constant reminder that her people neither accepted nor wanted me. She had allowed her crown to be ripped from me, where it had inevitably been given to my demon of a sister. I had lost my claim to the crown for one simple reason: I had been different. I had not fit the mold that all elves were expected to conform to.

Again I am giving too much away. I apologize. Speaking of my old life always brings out a certain, smoldering ember of anger within me. It still does not make sense to me. I willingly left my home to join a werewolf pack because I was unwanted and due to my decision I was labeled as a traitor.

However, is it truly traitorous to place the wants of your heart above your people as long as no one is harmed?

I had never understood, and I guess I will never understand the distorted thoughts of my old race.

Since you are probably beyond bored with my ranting by now I shall begin my story, but I warn you that there is no happily ever after for me. My life is not the lightest of tales, nor is it the happiest but it is my reality.

Like it is with all stories you must start at the beginning to understand the ending. Although in order to fully understand the predicament of my life you must go back to the night I was born. The night I unknowingly became the first and last of my race to break the mold.


Sooo... I started writing this as an english project and add to it whenever I don't feel like working on the other projects I have. This is a side writing piece... so please don't expect this to be updated regularly.

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