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I was Goldie, and these were now my three bears.

*A Goldie Locks and the Three Bears reimagining.

Prologue

Goldie

When I was younger, I wandered off from my parents' cottage. I got lost. I cried. I was five years old, walking the woods at night, hearing animals scurrying past me, seeing ominous creatures slinking around.

I found myself by a brook, collapsing and covering my face as I wept, knowing I’d never get home, never again feel the warmth of my bed or taste the sweet flavor of my mother’s porridge she’d give me when I first woke.

But I hadn't been alone. Not the entire time.

Ithad found me, this creature I only heard about whispered amongst the villagers.

The bear-beasts were myths, things parents told their children before bed to keep them inside, to make them fearful of what lurked in the dark.

Beasts, monsters… the very offspring of the devil himself.

It had found me crying out for my mother.

The creature had been so much bigger than me. It was covered in fur, his body nothing like a human’s. I knew I should have been terrified. It had paws instead of hands. Claws instead of nails.

But when it crouched in front of me, its boxy head tilted to the side, its rounded ears twitching back and forth as if it were taking in the sounds of the wilderness, I felt nothing but ease and comfort.

I knew it wouldn’t hurt me.

The beast hadn’t said a word. To this day, I didn’t know if it even spoke my language. But no words were needed as it held its paw out, waiting for me to slip my hand into it.

And I had.

It led me through the woods and back to my family’s cottage. It waited at the tree line, hidden amongst the shadows and foliage as I walked away and toward the only protection I’d ever known.

I looked back at the creature before entering, seeing its golden, glowing eyes watching me. And then it lifted that massive paw in what I knew was a farewell gesture. And before I turned back around, I saw two more sets of golden eyes, hidden but glowing amongst the shadowy forest… trained right on me.

I never saw the bear-beast again, but I felt it—them—watching me for years after.

ChapterOne

Goldie

Fifteen years later

My parents had died the year before, a horrible accident that had left me alone in every sense of the word.

It had taken the entire time since then for me to come to terms with the fact that I would probably be alone for the rest of my life—to accept it. But as the days passed, I realized I enjoyed my solitude.

Taking care of my home, the animals, and making sure things were stocked for the winter kept me busy in mind and body.

I gathered my cloak and basket, and headed out of the cottage toward the tree line. Harriet, Myrtle, and Louisa, my three chickens, gave me a welcoming “bwak” as I passed by but, after a second, went back to pecking at the ground.

Daisy, the goose, gave me a loud honk in greeting, stretched her wings, and waddled away.

This little homestead was a labor of love, and I’d forever be thankful my parents taught me from a young age how to care for and tend to it. It was hard work, and by the time the sun set, I was exhausted, barely any energy left to even enjoy supper before I cleaned up and went to bed.

The air was chilly, with the promise of fall nipping at my skin. I pulled my cloak tighter, my boots crunching over the debris on the forest floor.

I had one job to do this morning, and that was to pick the pink berries that only ripened this time of year and grew by the brook deep within the woods. The same brook that held the most incredible, if not frightening and exciting, memory I held.

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