We rode the giant eagles all the way to the Great
Mountain, and we jumped from their backs as we passed over the Black Lake that
lay at the mountain’s roots.
Then we swam with the
Sea Beast that lived there, taking the time to polish its scales—beautiful and
black like the surface of a wizard’s spying orb. We escorted the Beast to the
Ball that its step-mother would not let it attend, and cheered when it married
the Handsome Prince and turned into a beautiful mermaid.
The Prince escorted us
to the dark cake which lead to the mountain’s belly, as a thank you for helping
him find his bride, and we left the Prince and the Mermaid to live out their
happily ever after.
The tower was so large and great it acted as a
single pillar of support that curved like a spine from the mountain’s base to
its peak. We climbed it fearlessly and clambered into the beds we found in the
chamber at the top.
The Evil Queen came in
then, tucking us in and filling our heads with tales of a Grey World where men
and women dressed the same, and people worked after the sun went down, and ate
food from bags and boxes.
As she left us, we lay
down our heads and watched the sun rise into a peachy sky, and before we turned
back into swans, we knew to be thankful for the promise of our Happily Ever
Afters.
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