I have always loved the darkest tales, those Grimm stories of old. Lives not lived lightly. Lives in despair. The constant desire for gold. Lost in the forest. Locked in a turret. Left behind on the road. Abandoned to all the Wild Beasties there, Witches, Ogres and Toads. What becomes of those innocent babes as each tale unfolds? Some end up happy. Some end up dead. Some we shall never know.