ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴀ ғᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ; ᶳᵉᵐᶤ⁻ᵃᵈᵛᵃᶰᶜᵉᵈ

once upon a time there was a brave night, and he believed that there was something like true love, but, obviously boy was wrong. He went to search the world for stories of princesses, and on the way, he came across an old lady with fruits. “there is no such thing as true love.” the old lady told him, even though he hadn't said anything aloud. the knight spun around, and said, “i'm sorry miss, what did you s

once upon a time there was a brave night, and he believed that there was something like true love, but, obviously boy was wrong. He went to search the world for stories of princesses, and on the way, he came across an old lady with fruits. “there is no such thing as true love.” the old lady told him, even though he hadn't said anything aloud. the knight spun around, and said, “i'm sorry miss, what did you say?” the lady looked him right in the eyes, “come closer.” the old woman rasped. the knight didn't budge, so the old moved closer instead. she pulled out a blood red apple, and stuck out her hand for the knight to take it. he paused, then he took it, slowly, and put it in his bag, thinking he would discard it when the lady was gone. “now, young man, only eat it when in times of danger, other wise, there will be consequences.”