Nothing Comes Without A Price.

A Wonder Tale Can Be Truer Than True," I Said. I Had Learned (...) That The Deepest Kind Of Truth Can Be Found In The Strangest And Wildest Of Stories. One May Not Meet A Fire-breathing Dragon On The Way To The Well. One May Not Encounter An Army Of Toothed Snakes In The Woodshed. That Does Not Make The Wisdom In Those Tales Any Less Real.

With Respect," Said Red, And His Voice Had Gone So Quiet People Hushed Each Other To Hear Him, "my Tale Is Yet Unfinished; You Should Hear Me Out. And It Is Her Answer I Have Come To Hear, Not Yours.

After A While, Footsteps Sounded On The Flagstones Outside And There Was A Gentle Tap At The Door. Of Course, One Of Them Would Come. So Close Were We, The Seven Of Us, That No Childhood Injury Went Unnoticed, No Slight, Real Or Imagined, Went Unaddressed, No Hurt Was Endured Without Comfort.

All That He Had Of Her Was His Memory, Where He Held Every Moment, Every Single Moment That She Had Been His. That Was All He Had, To Keep Out The Loneliness.

The World Is Simple, I Think, In Its Essence. Life, Death, Love, Hate. Desire, Fulfillment. Magic.