Oh yes, Lorraine! Beautiful picture to work with.
High up in the snowy mountains hidden by the clouds stood a magical fortress.
Some said you could hear singing when the rains came, each note a tear falling to the earth below.
Surrounded by whispering trees alive with inner light, it was no place for darkness or sorrow. Yet it stood alone and unguarded, as if waiting for the right moment to grant access and saviour to the fair maiden who sang to the clouds and the mountains.
‘Aw, come on Dad. This isn’t your kind of story at all! Where are all the dragons, witches and demons? The beheadings and bloody gore you usually tell me at bedtime?’
‘Sorry Annie,’ he sighed. ‘ Your Mum told me all that kind of stuff wasn’t for girls and you’d prefer a fairy story. And don’t swear!’
‘What? No chance! When I grow up, I want to be a dragon slayer and go on a quest to save the heroine from the witch’s evil curse.’
‘Annie, sweetheart. Usually it’s a handsome prince who does all that and saves the princess, not a young girl like you, however brave and daring.’
‘I don’t care! This is the time of equality, and women can do just as much as men! I’m going to be the first female dragon slayer! And maybe the Princess has a handsome brother, or better still, it’s a handsome Prince enslaved in the tower! Oh Dad, how exciting that would be! Please think up some more for me tomorrow!’
Snuggling down under the covers, Annie grinned as Chris kissed her goodnight.
‘Don’t ever change Annie.’ he said. ‘Night love. Sleep well.’