Her wings were beautiful. Everyone said so. She didn't believe them. For what good were broken wings? She wanted to fly. To see the world. But what she needed was to learn that even the most broken of things could still be beautiful.
[I love the wisdom of the tree with the wisdom of the book, that was derived of the tree, it moves me. Want to sit here and read a book.] Ash falls under the roots of a tree to find herself in a tree spirit's living room.
The Window to the beautiful Realm of Magical Fantasy, Fairies, Princesses 👸🏼 and Unicorns 🦄 Step through the door again to the terrifying Realm of Darkness of fire raging Dragons, the terror of Beasts and bad Witches.