In a valley somewhere was born a dream...it smelled of Sage and hope...of the future...a place to call home...it was a magical place few knew about...special people layed claim to the valley and protected it...made plans to live there in peace someday...
One day a prince brought his princess there...they made plans to build...a special home...built with their own hands...with love...it would have held its own magic...made of the crescent moon...the stars...within its walls...plants would flourish...light would play...music would fill the rooms with its grace...outside the water would bubble down the fall...gurgle in the creek and the sweet smell of sage permeated it all... Surely a magical place where Fairies would play with wild horses...birds would sing to sprites...children would play...discover the magic held there...and love would grow and flourish......
But, alas a wicked Queen took over and killed the love...destroyed the dream and the magic...she destroyed everything in her way to get the one thing she wanted...the prince...she put him under a spell and he cast his princess to exile in a strange land...the wicked queen used him...abused him...hurt him until he no longer believed in himself...believed in love or happy endings...when she had destroyed all he was, she cast him aside...grinding the dream of the valley under her heel as she left...
The prince wandered...lost...alone....still under the spell, he didn't remember his princess...didn't remember love...or magic...
The Princess? she didn't understand what had happened...just knew that the magic was gone from her life...the dream vanished in a flash...her prince had turned into a stranger...he no longer knew her...didn't remember their love or dreams...she tried to reach out to him..but to no avail...the wicked queen had him caught too deep in her web...the princess' heart was broken...she knew she would never find a love like her prince again...she tried and tried...but it just wasn't there...after awhile she admitted defeat...admitted Magic and Love had been destroyed by the wicked queen...through the prince, her spell had reached far and wide...killing all in its path...destroying all dreams...all magic everywhere...
And so the princess waits...she wonders if magic was only a dream...the prince and the valley...whispers in her heart...if only she could capture a twinkling of magic...bringing it back to life...ride a wild horse into the night...find her prince...whisper magic in his ear...somehow break the spell...
But the spell is strong ...it hides the magic...in a whisper...a prayer...it hides in a song...only a love song will break the spell...sung to the princess by her prince...the answer whispers...the princess waits and prays...but the prince wanders...all alone...lost in the night...no song on his lips...no love in his heart...
Magic not even a dream to be dreamed...
And so the Fairytale ends...just a tale....just a story without a Happy ending...
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