myths, legends, and stories → the daughter of midas

daddy’s little girl, he swore he loved you. that he would give you the moon, the sun and stars; all you had to do was ask for it. and ask you did, until you were surrounded by every trinket imaginable. nothing was too much for his favorite little girl. but you had to learn your greed from somewhere, and that place just happened to be the man who sought to hand you the world on a golden platter. he swore he loved you, but in the end, he loved the money more. all it took was a brushing contact, a second of skin on skin, and you were gone. frozen in place, a perfect statue, forever a reminder of what the real cost of gold.