If only there was magic

I have studied the books about dragons, heard the stories about trolls, and remember the monsters from the cautionary tales. Yet some part of me still craves the magic that runs alongside these stories, the wonder that imbues their world. It is one of the things that keep people coming back to these fantastical tales.

This magic wouldn't be for myself, but to gift to the wonderful people in my life. Magic is said to have a price, that's why we're not supposed to really actually want it, but I would pay it so my friends and family would have a fighting chance against the wicked selfish women and evil corrupt men that reality and fantasy have in common.

These fairy tales and stories aren't real, and that's okay. But the villains shouldn't be either if that's the case. And there are too many damn good people in the world fighting against these demons, these dragons with treasure, these vampires out for our blood.

Now I know why we never read fantasy in school. It gives us too much hope. Enjoy your Greek tragedies and love Big Brother.  I'll keep hoping for the best for good people.