Rumpelstiltskin Junior

I, Emma Valentino, am 14 years old and almost a normal teenager. Actually, I had planned to hand over an invitation to my dream boy Steven for my fancy-dress party. Brave enough, I had asked my aunt on a night of a full moon to drive me to his house because in the daytime, the heartthrob of my school was constantly mobbed by that stupid Anastasia and her girlfriends.

But then, it was all quite different. Suddenly, I sat in an isolated forest cabin in front of a shock-headed dwarf who claimed to be Rumpelstiltskin’s son. Rumpelstiltskin Junior was fed up that his father went down in the fairytale history of the ›humanlings‹ as a villain. And, he wanted to get away with prejudices. As a quid pro quo for the interview, he promised me a date with Steven.

Nevertheless, the fairytale of Rumpelstiltskin, the revengeful King, the bored Princess, the superior Giant and the streetwise ›Pixian‹ Jakob had more than just one surprise in store.

And so, I tumbled into a fairytale adventure instead of a date with Steven.