Twisted Princess.
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A.N. These series of short tales were inspired by the artwork of jeftoon01on deviantart.xx
Never get involved with magic. It's a rule.
Don't make a wish, don't eat the fruit. If you meet a fairy, be respectful but never ask for anything or take what they offer. The cost will be too much.
Magic is for the magical, it will corrupt and defile the mortal. There are no fairy godmothers or wicked ones. There are just fairies playing games and letting their politics spill over into our world.
Folklore is full of these tales. Children who eat what they are offered and turn up a hundred years later, still young in a world where everyone they know has died.
Stay away from magic, it corrupts.
Wendy.
She was a proper little girl, once. Brought up to mind her manners, to be a mini mother to her brothers. How could she not want to mother Peter too?
He covered her in fairy dust and took her to a land that never was and could never be. It took some time but time was what they had in that land. Never grow old never grow up. She changed.
To Peter it was all a game. It turned Serious when Hook took her and her brothers prisoner. When Smee run his hands over her and leered as he tied her up. She struggled and fought but it just earned her a beating and jeers.
That wasn't the way. She looked down, then coyly up. She twisted so the rip in her skirt exposed more of her leg. Smee came back over to her. Leaned in and placed his hand on her leg, running it higher.
She smiled as he leaned in further. Her hands had been tied but they had them in front of her. It was a work of moment to take his knife from his belt. He never even noticed until he felt the point reach up under his ribs and pierce his heart. His body collapsed on to hers. Covering her from sight. She cut the rope tying her wrists and got to her feet.
She had never been like this before but this was Never Land. Smee's knife was almost a sword in her hand. She freed herself from the rest of the ropes and turned to the crew.
They turned and ran. It had all been a game. No one had ever died before no matter how many sword fights they had. Wendy stood there Smee's blood still fresh on her knife and they ran from her.
Hook at least drew his sword. She beat it to one side, stepped inside his guard and stabbed him in the throat.
When Peter arrived, late to the rescue, his eyes where wide in horror as he watched her feed old Hooks body piece by piece to the Croc.
"It's Never Land Peter, we can do what we want."
