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.