Disclaimer: I don't agree with the beliefs of the main character 
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Everyone who’s once been a kid knows how fairytales are supposed to start. With the famous ,,Once upon a time, far away from here…” Begins the adventure and magic for all it’s young readers.
I’ve never believed in fairytales, not even when I was young. I don’t know if it was either my lack of fantasy or my stubbornness to not buy any stories people told me, but I didn’t believe them. I just didn’t. I can almost say I hated them, those tricky, seductive stories. Their magic is a temptation made of escapism, but once you give in you’ll find yourself walking trough not- existing worlds, that begin to rule your life, while they’ll always stay just out of your reach…. Yes, I hate fairytales.
Why do I tell you this? Because I’m going to tell you MY fairytale, my very own fairytale, despite the fact I hate them. Rather strange, isn’t it? Well, have you ever seen a fairytale, that could have been real? Something just too unimaginable to be the truth…. But sometimes, the truth is unimaginable. Fairytales are unimaginable too. Yet everyone can believe them, if they try hard enough.My story is true, or could at least be true. Yet, no one believes me when I tell it to them. That’s why I call it a fairytale, in the hope people at least want to, try to believe it now, just for once….
Sometimes it’s easier to accept something when you have the liberating knowledge something is not the truth, a lie, a fairytale…. But how hard will it hit you, when you discover it IS the truth….
1: Between Sleeping and Being awake
The first thing I can remember of my adventurous journey was rather lazy: I was laying in the wet, dewed gr*censored* and the peacefully twittering of the birds in the shade- providing trees had send me into a sweet morning slumber. The blue and yellow rope flowers that hung down the trees provided an even sweeter scent than usual, now they were covered in cool, pearly dewdrops. The whole picture came pretty close to heaven itself, even with my eyes closed (lol)
I think it won’t be hard to image I wasn’t really happy when I heard a thunder- like growl, deep and low, rolling through the sky. ,,Oh god, just when I couldn’t use it… Thunder.”, I groaned, somewhat frustrated. I tried to roll to my side, but it felt as if something was pinning my body down to the moist gr*censored*… As if a pair of heavy paws was resting on my chest.
,,That must be my tensed muscles”, I thought, as I indeed felt how stiff my legs were from that on the first sight so blissful slumber. ,,I wonder how long I’ve been sleeping here…”, I thought, while trying again to roll to my side, with my eyes still closed. But I really didn’t manage to do so, so I let myself fall back onto the gr*censored*, as I felt the pressure on my chest grew stronger again….
And then there was that growl again. That deep, dark growl, rolling through the sky like thunder. But wait, was it really thunder? Suddenly, the growl sounded much more feline, like the threatening growl of an angry lion. But then even deeper…. What, what the hell was it?
I still felt the heaviness, and also a certain sleepiness pressing on my body, but I finally succeed in forcing myself to open my heavy eyelids.
And what I saw when I did so, was far from what I could possibly expect. It were not the dark, threatening clouds that were supposed to produce such thunderous growls. Nor was it an angry lion that was pinning my body down with heavy paws. No, it even exceeded that last, impossible expectation.
Because when I opened my eyes, they were staring straight into the intense yellow, brightly shining eyes….
….Of an Otachi.
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