Pixie's Space

   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

A girl is holding a mirror primping. The two reflections are standing behind her. Girl says while posing: Mirror mirror on the wall who’s the fairest of them all? Reflection 2 responds: Certainly not you… Reflection steps away from the ‘mirror’ and is joined by second ‘reflection’ both circles the girl, looking her over in an evaluating way. Reflect 1: You’re too thin, do you think anyone wants a bag of bones? Reflect 2: You’re too fat, you need to lose weight, look how gross you are… Girl continues to look in the mirror, now evaluating her body size and type, before shaking her head in disgust: I’m beautiful just the way I am. Girl says it, but her face is doubtful as the two reflections continue to circle around her, pointing out  contradictory‘‘flaws’ Reflect 1: You’re too tall Reflect 2: You’re too short Girl holds two outfits up in front of her, one casual, one more formal Reflect 1: You’ll look like a boy Reflect 2: You’ll look too high maintenance in t

The Chaos maker sits above, pointing his finger at his minions, commanding them to distract me, to change my path. Down they fly from all directions. The first demon reaches me and watches waiting until he see's what to destroy, then it strikes, his blow is searing and painful crippling my health and confidence. In constant pain, I battle him, ever aware of the gray monster that looms, just waiting for me to slip. Unable to beat him I resign myself to carrying him on my back, so with chains of iron I tie him to myself and trudge forward down my narrow path, stopping often for rest. I only get a few steps before another demon drops, he's an old friend, we know each other well. He's beautiful, and he pulls at me with his sweet words and pleasurable effects. I hesitate, trying to ignore him, but he whispers in my ear, making me shudder, but I find I don't want to resist...why should I? So I take the delicate chains of gold he holds out to me and wrap th