Once upon a time, there was a place where Faerie Tales weren’t even real.
Naturally, this place was always confusing. There wasn’t even a Narrator, or, if there was, the existence (and nature) of said person was most hotly debated.
Not only was it rare to be a Prince, Princess, King, Queen, or Magician, it was also rare to be a Poor But Happy Peasant…and as for being the third of three siblings, of whom only one would amount to anything, that happened rather less often than one might expect.
Naturally, the inhabitants of this Universe had a miserable time. Many of them disbelieved in magic and happy endings.
But worse, they didn’t believe that the authors of stories had a special vision into the nature and purpose of the Universe.
That’s why we wrote them out of the story and left them in that Universe.
Forget them. Come live in fairytales and be free.
