Did you ever hear the story of the princess in the tower? I know, I know. Which one, you ask. The girl with the white streak in her raven hair, who loved apples, and whose prince charming won her hand by answering three questions. Yeah, that one. She works over on Spring Street, barely goes inside, eats all the apples. She always smells of apples. Her hair’s still got that one white stripe among the black. See, the thing is, you never know when these fairy tale people are right there. Given life by our imaginations, and abandoned when we forget. Those seven sisters up on Castle Circle still go out dancing every night. They always find partners, even when they’re the only ones who know the steps, and hear the music from a far away dreaming. Peter still refuses to wear a tie. Alice keeps a bookshop and is never without tea and a grinning cat. There’s a librarian uptown who was a goddess, and Aslan lives at the zoo. They’re all around us really, nearly forgotten but still holding on by a thread of faith. But only because of the odd child who still claps and swears fairies are real. The ones who sit in their closets looking for the door to Narnia, and who search for mermaids at the beach. The maids are there, but won’t come out. The fisherman’s hooks are torture on fins. So, look around little one, who knows what magic you might glimpse from the corner of your eye. As for me, I’m late for a very important date with a Mr. Hatter. Not that it truly matters much I suppose, he always was horrible with clocks. Some things never change, and some shouldn’t have to.

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A/N: This was something I wrote on a whim, at night, when I was feeling rather nostalgic. But do you ever wonder what happens to these Fairy Tales, once we've believed in them so much? Some of them are older than religion itself, and transcend continents. How did they get there? What happens when the belief fades, and superstitions no longer apply? Maybe, just maybe, they stuck around for a bit, with no where else to go but dreaming.

Oh. And none of these are mine. All myths, legends, and stories were of other's creating be it Lewis Carroll, C.S. Lewis, J.M Barrie or ancient peoples. I just never forgot.