Once upon a time, there was a beautiful little princess who lived in an enchanted palace in the mountains, surrounded by the greatest luxuries and doted on by scores of servants.
Among her many playmates who came to visit, there was a prince from a distant kingdom had been promised the Princess's hand in marriage once they came of age.
When he would come to play, she would drop everything to play with him, her betrothed as well as her best friend.
One day their games took them deep within the castle stores, to a larder full of magically preserved sweets, cakes and other indulgences that were set aside toward the day of their wedding.
Gazing at the delicacies turned to discussion of what they might taste like, which turned into teasing and tasting,
which turned into gorging themselves upon delights they had promised to save for the future.
The princess could hardly feel guilty for her part in the feast, for after all, these foodstuffs or intended for her and her Prince anyways,
so what was the matter if they indulged a little early?
But as he gobbled up the last of the sweets, her companion pulled off a mask to reveal that he was not her handsome prince at all,
but a wicked sorcerer who had taken the prince's place and deceived her. She stared uncomprehendingly at the face of this stranger as he laughed at her foolishness.
By willingly sharing the forbidden meal with the sorcerer, she had given him power over all the magic of her palace, which he gleefully plundered in seconds before vanishing forever.
The enchanted candles and torches guttered and died, the curtains and carpets turned to rotten rags, the toys and treasures turned to mud and leaves, the servants vanished like so much fog.
In vain the princess wandered the dark corridors of her cold, empty palace, searching for some way to undo what had happened.
Nearly mad as days became weeks, the princess dreamt of her true betrothed, still afar off, but he scorned her for betraying him for an imposter.
Wracked with grief, the princess leapt from the parapets to her death far below, but death did not claim her.
The fates took pity on her, and just as her body smashed into the rocks, it became a flock of artic terns.
It's said that's why the tern migrates over such long distances, seeking over the world for lost love they will never find.