I can still remember the first time I heard that story. To me, it was like the most beautiful of all fairy tales, so full of mysteries. And so full of love. Truth be told, I really wished I could have love like the one in the story I listened to so gladly. They all claimed it was all true... but you know how many silly things adults could say to the children. And back then I was a child, too. A forgotten one. A lost one, yes. But a child nevertheless.

Could I believe it would be also a beginning of my own story? Well, everyone does have their own story to tell. One is more interesting, while the other is just a simple story of a simple man. And while I did dream of a fantastic story for myself, somewhere deep in my soul I did realise that it was not possible for a simple orphan that had been found in a dark alley by some wonderful woman who then brought her up. Who had taught her everything...

And who had told her all those stories.

It was maybe ten, maybe twelve years ago... time goes by so quickly when you learn new things. And before I realized, I was no longer a child. I have grown up and now I am no child but a young woman who still does believe in the fairy tales I heard so many years ago. And who still dreams of the same things like back then.

My name is Arlette, and this is my story.