Willowdean: [a fairies' tale]

Willowdean is in the warmth of her cave, dressing in furs for today she must hunt, although the blizzard is still raging across the valley. This is her domain, her wonderful valley of Natitta; her's for it is promised, but by who she was not sure anymore. Covered in warm bear pelts and fur boots, Willowdean secures the quartz knife she uses to bring down the deer. Willow hated killing to eat and in the summer she did not need to, but summer was months away as she needed the red meat to survive. At least the snow will make the tracking easier, but if she fell, it is up to her to get back up, she is alone, no one will help her.Her dreams of late are telling her once she had a different, easier life on a island far away. Willow had a loving family, but one day it all disappeared as she is cast across a mighty sea to the land of Natitta. Now for hundreds of years she lives as a lowly beast for she was cursed to be this way, a beast that walks upright, for a disobediant child should never threaten a queen.