Like a naive child she believed in the goodness of the fairies. She was mesmerized by their dainty beauty and their innocent charm, their childish nature was so refreshing and inspiring. She opened her heart to all of them and welcomed them into the warmth of her beating heart. She gave them with everything she had, she cared for them with every fiber of her being, her soul grew with their laughter and her spirit felt light with their success. She defended them against the harsh winds, for their fragile bodies couldn’t withstand its ferocious might. She shielded them from the gnawing beasts of the Forbidden Forest; she hid them and stood proudly receiving every blow and bite, her flesh ripping off her bones and her blood soaking the earth beneath her feet. Although her body suffered, her heart grew with the joy of their amity. Then it happened. The light of the silver moon flashed through the dens leaves of the Forbidden Forest. The force of the shock brought her to her knees, she clutched her heart and felt the sticky heat of her warm blood flowing between her fingers, streaming out of her broken heart, her fingers were drenched in her blood. It was them, there were no beasts, it was her precious fairies, some of them were behind the attacks, a number of them have forged and alliance against her. Her mind was slow to comprehend what had happened. How could this betrayal be true? As she fell to the ground the life gradually seeping out of her body she could do nothing but mop her spilled blood with her tangled hair, she didn’t want it to stain their pretty feet. After all that has been said and done she still loved them. The last drop of her blood mixed with one salty tear and from it a single rose sprung. A rose of exquisite beauty yet of steel like thorns…