Back to where she's from.

You see, she lived in a remote, beautiful corner of the forest, in a tall, tall tower, with only her books and stories and music to keep her company. It wasn't because a witch had kidnapped her, dear me, no. She was much too ordinary for that.

No, she kept to herself out of choice. She knew people could be mean, and hurtful as well as good and kind. But mostly they were selfish (whether it was consciously orunconsciously) . And honestly, she wasn't interested in knowing them anyways.

Then, something changed. She felt it was time to give people a chance.

and, she found that she liked them a lot. In fact, she loved the excitement of large crowds, and the infectious disease called laughter. She learnt to smile and for a while she was happy. 

She would often change where she lived after that, and she would meet new people and make new friends.

But, without her realization, a new shadow began creeping into her heart. It was made of anger, hate, selfishness, spite, jealousy and....lonliness. She had known anger, hate, selfishness, spite and jealousy would come knocking on her door one day or another, as she was human, and she despised them. But she had not expected to feel lonely or left out, even after she was surrounded by so many people. After a while she decided she couldn't handle it any more.

If caring meant that she would get angry, that she would hate and feel selfish, she decided she didn't want it.

She decided to return to her books and her music.

So, now she walks the familiar path down to her tower, through the ivy covering the large archway, behind the cool, sparkling waterfall. She hopes that no one will stop her, because it will just make it that much harder for her not to care. 

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