NiaWaters

Chapter Seven The white snow gently cradled the townsfolk, all of them flushed and slumbering. Phillip stumbled across the slick walkways, with the fairies supporting him. They soon reached the top of the tower, and a small ray of sunlight struck the princess in her colorless face. The three fairies lowered Phillip to his knees gently and backed away. Phillip gazed down at her petrified beauty. His uninjured hand smoothed her limp hair back, leaving a trail of vibrant, golden strands in his wake. He moved to touch her thin cheeks, and they too regained some of their former life at his touch. He remembered her bell-like laugh, her bright smi