Twisted Faerie Tale (Story)
A butterfly the color of wet moss hovered over the scene ignored or just unseen by the participants below, its markings the color of red autumn leaves. Of course why would they be looking at her when The Princess stood before them, her stance proud and regal despite having been under the curse for so long. The butterfly felt her chest swell a little with pride at the beauty of the girl. She'd taken such care to make sure the Princess was never touched by the insects and animals, just as her mother and grandmother had done before her. She could tell that the soldiers were not yet aware of who the princess was, but if the old fool that happened to be in the ruined castle, did not settle down they would figure it out soon enough. Mera watched as a familiar old man made the air crackle with electricity. His trickery was going to make the problem of keeping Aurora safe that much harder! The creature growled, the light sound lost in the breeze as she circled lower. She'd been