The first time I heard about Lion’s Tooth, I was convinced that one day I would make a wish and it would come true. I would meet my prince charming and we’d go on all these fantastic adventures together; we’d slay giants, fight beasts, fly on purple dragons, and even stumble across a hidden dwelling of dancing fairies.
I was six.
It was the same year that I told Pop I was going to learn how to play the harp.
He had laughed, his deep bellowing chuckle and mussed the top of my strawberry blonde curled head.
“So I’ll have a Harper who plays the harp?” he chortled, his blue eyes twinkling like the stars over our heads.
Like any determined six year old, I crossed my arms seriously, cocked my chin towards the pale moon, and said, “I will Pop. You’ll see.”
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