The night was cool and serene. The kind of night made for warm milk, whispered lullabies and bedtime stories.

"Mama, one more story!" Seraphina pleaded, her brown eyes were wide with stubbornness. Her ink black curly hair scattered all over the white pillow.

Her mother, Alina, smiled as she brushed a curl from Seraphina's forehead. "Only one more, my little firefly. Then you go to bed. Okay?"

Seraphina nodded solemnly clutching her stuffed lion to her chest. "Okay mama. Tell me the one ...