ABELIA (POV)
It was strange, almost eerie. I had never been a child who found joy or entertainment in the silly old folktales that rested on the tongues of exhausted nannies who needed to entertain their young charges. Yet, as the candle flickered, causing its shadow to dance on the walls like a marionette that had escaped its strings. I could not stop my subconscious from crafting faces and images for the many nameless people and locations in my nanny's tale. Soon I felt as if I were being transported to that dark foreboding forest filled with cloaked hooded figures, who gazed down at me with a mixture of admiration and envy. While Maddy’s voice continued to drone on in the distance, undisturbed in narrating out the events yet to come.
"Beautiful, powerful and dangerous were the words
