When I was a little girl, I grew up knowing the big bad wolf was indeed bad. I knew the evil queen was evil and that the wicked witch of the west was wicked. I knew Cinderella was the girl who got her prince charming and that the three little pigs lived to see another day. I was taught this, like many, from the beginning. Shoved into our brains every corner we turned. There was good and there was evil, none of us questioned that. Black and white. What if I told you there was more to the story? The bad guys weren't actually bad. What makes a villain a villain? That's something I have pondered on for years. However, I no longer do. Perspective is key and he changed my perspective. He was my prince charming and my poison.
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Villains Aren't Born, They're Made [1]
FantasyWe've all heard the stories where the good guys win and the bad guys lose. Where the wicked witch of the west is turned to ooze or the evil stepsister gets what she deserves. Dorthy goes back to Kansas and Cinderella gets her happily ever after. Wha...