But fairies have magic, don’t they? She closes her eyes and wishes for it, a perfect one with flowy, golden hair, a pleasant smile. She wished and wished and wished for anything, something more.
The years passed, it seemed, well, the girl was under a deep, dreamlike spell until words, the words began to shake her, and the language fell everywhere, all around her like snow.
And this, yes, this was the beginning, the very beginning of a story, her path to freedom.