I used to think fairytales only existed within the dusty pages of a book. I was wrong.
As children we have vast imaginations, our ignorance shielding us from the reality that no matter what we dream, how we hope our lives will turn out, it never comes true. If you ask a child what they want to be when they grow up it's always something impossible: an astronaut, a princess, an actor. When I was asked that question, my answer was - to be normal, closely followed by invisible. Nobody ever gets what they wish for, and if they do, they waste and throw it all away. Perhaps it was better not to dream at all.
#PLEASE NOTE: This is an updated version of my original story Burning Angel#