Fairy Tales for Grown-Ups

Remember a time when you were a seal? Something slippery and mythical always signifies a dangerous woman. Or perhaps we are simply lost, looking for Iceland or Atlantis or those places on maps that are plagued with  sea monsters.  Tell me a story about when I was born.  Tell me I am secret royalty, the lost princess with a power for telepathy and a scepter that holds multiple futures in its glass finial, the prophesies of rubies and magic and a storm of frogs and stones.  Where is the happily-ever-after hidden?  Will we find it buried under long dead oaks or boulders embedded with swords and snakes?  I am the heroine of this story but I am also the villainess.