A Fairytale In Reality, Ch. 1 by Kalina Dolejsi

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SUMMARY: So, there's your basic reality on one hand. Fantasy on the other. Smash 'em together and what do you get? (No, not bad poetry.)The answer is, one school of “horrors”,a gaggle of fairytale characters,and at the heart of it all,a simple book.

A Fairytale in Reality

By: GoldenSilence
A/N =Pronunciations of some names (if anyone ever needs any others, just let me know and I will be happy to provide)
Gresham (gresh-em)
Aceline- (az-leen)

Happily Ever After. It can be as finite as death or as infinite as eternity; it can cover up truth and it can expose hope. In most fairy tales, Happily Ever After is all there is. It fits neatly into a little box, along with good and evil.

The island of Mallaos begins in Happily Ever After, where humanity must always begin. Now, make no mistake, Happily Ever After is not perfect. It's not even fair. What it is, essentially, is predictable.

It would be lovely if life were like fairytales, people always say, it would be simple. On the island of Mallaos, it was about to make things very complicated.

In fairy tales, there is always a fine line to be walked between reality and imagination. Books reflect humanity, yes, but they also give us the potential to reach beyond our human limitations. What is real and what is fiction? Sometimes, even the author does not fully comprehend. Our mind can sometimes recall things we don't even remember knowing. Sometimes, life influences us so subtly; we don't realize its power.

All books are classified, fiction or non-fiction, but in fairy tales, you can never quite be sure. Good and evil may be always black and white, but can never quite separate fantasy and reality. Like a Van Gogh painting, what is normal is twisted to the point that it becomes no longer part of our world at all.

Reality always collides into fantasy, but what happens when fantasy collides into reality?

It used to be the island of Mallaos was full of fairytales to read. Even more amazing was that the people actually read them. Ah, the good old days, when the imagination of the authors was still were it should be. On the page, or in their head (or more often than not, on top of any object that could stand still long enough to be jotted on.)

Back in those days, you could have found any of a handful of people who would have told you how wonderful and creative this or that author was. Still, for every handful, there was one stubborn character who would admit that there always seemed to be these little "similarities" between fairytales.

There was the villain, for starters, who was so easy to hate, you felt disgust as soon as you saw his name. Then there was the heroine, a character of immense beauty who was very good at sitting in one place, provided she wasn't trying to do anything else that might have distracted her concentration, like blinking. She got kidnapped. Always. Naturally, she was kidnapped by the villain, who apparently started out the story quite smart and then ended up turning stupid somewhere near the middle.

Enter the hero, who was adored by all as a model of what was perfect and good, had a brain that thought in strict chivalric moral code (but she's a girl, she can't do that!), and also happened to be ingenious at attempting acrobatics of both stunning and amazingly stupid natures (the difference was the survival rate.) The hero was always "naturally gifted" at some type of fighting.

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