I love the idea of Fairy Tales not being how they seem as they're told by the people left behind. Meaning they can twist it to make them come out as the righteous victors and their enemies as evil.
Truth behind Legend
A little girl,
Dressed in red.
Lost in the woods
Met
A wilde childe.
Raised by wolves.
And desperate for a friend.
Is this the story you know?
At first she was scared.
He looked so strange.
He had never learnt to talk.
But she was brave
And oh, so curious.
She gave him the chance.
Befriended him.
Confused yet?
Years passed.
They grew up.
She taught him to speak.
She learned to be wild.
But her family was scared
And threatened to lock her away.
So they escaped into the woods
Under the full moon
And were never seen again.
Truth is rarely seen in fiction.
Things are never how they seem.
How do I know?
That's my secret.
