Happy Valentine's Slay ( A Grimm Diaries Prequel 10.5 ) by Cameron Jace Page B

Sometimes, I wonder what his book was about.
    So you know by now that if I want to talk to you, I will tell you that I am Willie Winkie, now grown up and old and known as Sandman Grimm.
    And if you’re wondering about that other guy named Willy Wonka, well, I came first, and my rhymes were written about two centuries ago. I actually like this Willy Wonka a lot, but can’t help but think he was named, somehow, after me.
    The rest of the nursery rhyme explains a lot more about who I was. You can check it out and read some books about it, but that’s not why I am writing this short diary.
    I’m writing it to tell you what a night – and day – in the Kingdom of Sorrow was like. From the few prequels you have read, and the many I have but you haven’t yet, let me tell you how a night was spent in Sorrow. All these images were prior to Snow White’s sixteenth birthday, which was known in some books as the Night of Jar of Hearts. After that night, many of the fairy tale characters changed a great deal.
    There is also one other thing that I’d like to point at, and that would be that this diary holds no lied between its pages. I might have missed a point or too, or misinterpreted someone’s emotions because I wrote it from my own point of view, which writers like to call the third omniscient point of view. I also allowed myself to fill in the characters’ thoughts from the experience I had with them in the main diaries. I think I understand their motives and reason better now.
    Bear in mind that this only a certain period in their lives that I am talking about, about a month before Snow White’s sixteenth birthday, to be precise. A lot changed before and after that time.
    I’d like to start with Jack Madly. He spent his days stealing from the Goblin Market, for no other reason than to get the goblins mad – and save a child they were about to eat, of course.
    Jack also stole as much as he could from the Queen. It made him feel good to be able to steal from the most powerful person in the land. The Queen owned some of the most interesting curiosities he’d even seen, and they proved to be useful from time to time.
    Later, he gave back food and money to the homeless and cursed children, which have a story of their own that I might mention later. He would sit next to the children, preaching that they should eat enough to be strong and grow up, that they should learn the alphabet and educate themselves – Jack had been taught reading by his grandmother Madly, but he still didn’t read that well, which was a bit unexpected for a boy who swore they should write a book about.
    Ironically, he also warned the kids from becoming thieves. He promised he’d provide them with everything they wanted, under one condition, that they’d never become thieves. I think Jack’s real condition was that he didn’t want them to become like him.
    Sometimes, he thought about his grandmother Madly, who had a long, complicated story of her own, too. He wondered if she knew his parents, if they had also been thieves like him, and why, or if they had ever tried looking for him since he had never met them. He also suspected that Madly was never his real grandmother, but he didn’t want to ask and end up finding out that the only person he idolized was a fake. What he always wanted to know was why she gave him that necklace?
    Before the thought was reshaped by reason, the beanstalk shook underneath him and the clouds rained with the arrival of the giant troll who lived with him.
    “Yikes!” Jack said. “Gotta get out of here,” he climbed down the beanstalk with a fistful of beans in his hands, remembering the crazy story of how he got them but had never told anyone about.
    At night, he retreated back up there in the clouds among the beanstalks, when the giant had gone again, preferring to stay alone, watching the imposter moon and wondering if she were the girl he had met, and if she would ever come back one day. Adjusting his hat, Jack