We Live in Grimm
EARTH. Earth is a judgmental place. A place where magic is only accepted in fairy tales. Everything on earth is grey and dull, metal and cold. Nothing has life or heart, just nuts and bolts. But it wasn't always that way. There used to be beauty and there used to be evil. There used to be fair maidens and wicked witches. Ugly step sisters and fairy godmothers. There used to be gorgeous kingdoms with silver-scaled, fire-breathing dragons, and the brave knights in shining armor that sought to free their love. Dark lords ruled lands and young warriors stood to fight. But that was a long time ago.
Now children sit in front of televisions and pretend to believe in fairies and the magic that rests on the tips of your eye lashes. Now men and woman walk around taking one another for granted and never really stop to look at each other and admire their own beauty. Now the magic is gone from the world and it is too late to go back.
Everything that was once pure and wicked was banished from earth. Everything once powerful was kicked out like a bad dog into the rain. It lost its magic on earth because no one believed and it all faded away.
But nothing is ever truly dead, that is what magic teaches us. No, it was not dead, not really. Just on earth.
GRIMM. We live in Grimm. Grimm is where those who are too wicked to hold and too innocent to touch live. Everything in Grimm sparkles with fairy dust. The springs are sweet to taste and waterfalls glisten in the sunlight of every day. Castle tops are decorated with waving banners of our country's honor. The sky is sprinkled with thick, billowing, snow white clouds that let the sun shine through onto the never-ending hills of the countryside. The villages are packed with extraordinary characters that could fill a child's ear with tales of such magnificent magnitude that they would tell it for years to come as if it were he, himself that climbed Mount Anderson bare handed with a goat strapped to his back when he was 5 years old.
Princesses were always primped, with faces like angels. Princes that could do no wrong and were well versed and great dancers. These are the treasures of Grimm that most of us hold so dear. But as we all know, if there is a pure good there will always be the pure evil to rival it. So, for every princess there is an evil witch out to do her wrong. For every kingdom there is a dark power with a grudge ready to tear the castle to the ground. For every prince there is a dragon to slay. It is as simple as that.
Grimm is the world that the Earth fairy tales come from. Here is where great men such as the charming Hans Christian Anderson and the sly, cunning Grimm Brothers (for whom this land was named) roamed and gathered the facts of the inhabitants of Grimm. Their stories were nothing but truth. Pure fact. Biographies if you will (well most of them anyway). These men were not visionaries, just very friendly men that gave people hope that they would be recognized once again on Earth. That maybe, one last time, someone would believe in them again.
See, if a character is believed in again, truly understood and widely accepted by the world, they are allowed back in and given normal lives to lead. They are no longer stuck in a world of pompous princes and evil elves. But it is so hard for their tales to believed in the full form, with the brutal pain and gore. All those parts are cut out, like when Cinderella's sister cut her heel off the fit in the glass slipper; no child wants to hear that before they go to bed. But still, they have hope that they one day will return! For some reason people here still think that it is better on Earth. They want to have normal lives and have normal families and go to the normal supermarket and live in normal homes with normal neighbors who are not dwarves or fortune tellers. They say they are done with fairy dust in their sheets and some new hotshot wicked bitch trying to destroy their happiness, every other weekend.
But, I mean, I just don't see it! Where is the fun in going to the supermarket and not seeing Rumpelstiltskin squeezing melons and holding eggplants like first borns. I like having the Seven Dwarves as my neighbors; they're fun. Okay, okay. Maybe the "taking over the kingdom" thing does get kinda old, but still, every once in awhile we get a really imaginative Dark something or other that gives us a run for our money. But still, no one ever sees what is really in front of them and just throw themselves at these "Tale Men" like some cheap five drub magic whore.
So, I don't get it and people constantly say, "Mary, it's a chance to be normal. It's a chance to go and see the real world!" like its some big thing! I am perfectly happy here in my miserable life and I know it wouldn't be any better out there than it is right here in my little shack.