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The Sorceress Princess
Once long ago, there was a kingdom, ruled by a fair family. The people told a tale of ancestors that did deeds of such generosity, with pure hearts and minds, that the heavens blessed this bloodline with beauty to match. It is with this fortune and upbringing that the royal family saw their kingdom.
One day, the queen brought into this world a daughter. This Princess was one of such extravagant beauty that the birds sang of it and the sun shone strongly enough to blossom the sleepiest of blooms. If the legend held true, and the people of the kingdom and the royal family believed it to be so, this child would also grow to become as kind and generous as her predecessors, perhaps more.
As the Princess reached a young age, it was more and more clear that this child was not only as beautiful and kind as her ancestors, but also curious and wise, with the imagination of a storyteller, the wit of a jester, and the mind of a scientist, toying and tinkering with her surroundings.
While traveling through this kingdom after a long journey, a woman of another realm heard of this young Princess through the cheery tales of the people. Now, this woman was wretched and infamous for her greed. Although it was believed that she was rich from her husband’s labor, she did not see herself as so, and craved more.
And so this woman, hearing of the young Princess’s nature, found her way through the gardens of the home of the royal family and stood below the window of the girl.
"Young Princess! I call to you to offer adventure!"
"Why, who calls?"
"I am from a land far away, full of roses that bloom in the snow, fish that surface to tell tales of the land under the water, and beautiful forests, with vine that clears away as you wish to pass. I hear of your beauty and desire to see great wonders, and I have been brought here to take you there."
The girl, though smart for her kind, was extremely naive, and was captivated by this woman’s falsehoods.
"Oh, but I cannot leave my realm. I must care for the people that my family rules over!"
"You are of a young age. In order to rule properly, you must know the lands that surround you."
"You make a fair point, madam. I shall gather my belongings and be down right away."
And so this young Princess did come with some nightgowns and attire fit for traveling through lands such as the one the woman had described, with pants and shirts as a male would wear, but with skirts should she need to be presented.
However, as soon as the Princess left the palace, the woman took a cloth and held it over the young girl’s mouth, putting her to sleep.
After numbers of days unknown, this woman did come back to her home, but it was not one where fish spoke and flowers blossomed through the harsh winters. It was average, by all means, but it had no ruling family, and so the villages were crooked, as were its people.
This woman indeed was wealthy, and her husband did own a tower, in which he locked himself, the woman believed, to do his bookkeeping. This was kept by a door which locked from both sides, but the woman would not let the young girl out, and so she put her inside, with her belongings, and locked the door.
"I have done it!" the woman cackled to herself. "I now possess the most beautiful girl of the legendary family. When I have a son -" one she had already been expecting, "-and he comes of age, they shall marry, and I shall inherit incredible riches."
The princess, left alone, did wake up eventually, and found herself in a room, with small windows - none big enough to fit any human through, not even a babe - scattered throughout the walls. There was a bed, where this man did sleep some nights, and other types of work.
For a long while, this child, confused and upset, did cry. “Why did I listen to such extravagant tales,” she cried to herself. “I am now trapped, and I certainly will not be able to find my way out.”
After some time, she sat, believing herself to be in a fairy tale like the ones she had been told as a younger girl. “Surely, I will be rescued! There will be a wizard, or a frog, or a dwarf, and they will offer their help for my hand.”
And some days went, and this girl did not have her wishes fulfilled. She was not fed meagerly; the ugly woman did give her generous portions of bread and drink, for to break the young girl down would be to risk a ruined future.
For some days, this girl found herself resisting exploring the room. After all, if she was so naive to follow a woman, what would happen if she were to open the wrong drawer? But her curiosity took the best of her, and she did look.
In the drawers, she found notes, but not of counts of sheep nor wheat nor riches. Instead, there were notes speaking of countless spells, journals of wild adventures, and incredible theories of crafting magic. For it seemed that the woman did not keep a close watch on her husband; he did not bookkeeping, but he was a sorcerer, one who spent many a night perfecting his spell. The Princess discovered that the riches of this household came from performing spells that those of other kingdoms required, and the man, although in love with the ugly woman for her young beauty, kept the truth a secret in fear of the greed of an old woman.
This young girl, realizing that the woman did not care for the Princess’s activities, began to study these writings. At first, after many days of studying, she put a fire on a candle, and then she moved the fire from the flame into the air, and after some days, she cradled the fire in her hand.
The Princess did continue these studies, but kept wise and decided to keep them to herself, and so the spiders to which she spoke crept away as the old woman who held the girl captive approached, and the mice returned to stand on their fore-paws. This passed for several years.
Finally, the son was born and raised to an appropriate age of marriage. The woman came up and spoke to the Princess, “Come, it is time to marry, and we shall return you to your fair kingdom.”
The Princess did cooperate for some time, dressing in a mediocre gown into a decrepit chapel. As she moved through the village, she heard whispers fly and men cackle. The son was as cruel-looking, with a wicked grin and beady eyes, even for his age, some years below that of the Princess.
As the Princess was to be wed, she cast a spell and turned the son into a frog, but let him be as he hopped around and eventually towards his mother.
"Princess!" the woman shouted grossly. "You are kind and fair. Return my son as he was!"
"I am kind and fair," the Princess replied, "and I have chosen to keep him alive, in a form in which he can survive for a long time."
"I do not understand. How did you do this? The royal family does not do magic!"
"Ah, but I do. Your husband did not trust you, and for good reason. He was a sorcerer, and he kept this truth away from you in fear that you would become a greedy old woman. This you have become, as he predicted, for he was wise."
"I do not care for my husband past! My son is a disgusting being now!"
"I will return him if you choose to bring me back to the kingdom to which I belong."
And so the Princess did collect her belongings, including the studies of the sorcerer, which she locked away in an enchanted box. As they left, she cast a spell upon the house, which made the woman unable to enter. “You have taken much of my life, and I shall do the same to you,” the princess stated to the woman in justification. And she deemed it fair, as her family had always been.
This Princess traveled for many days, through forests and barren lands, but finally returned to the kingdom, where her people were in disbelief. Her family gave a warm welcome back, and wished to know who had done the deed.
"When the time was right, I did so myself," she explained. "For you see, I could have escaped myself many times. I am able to control some fire, for I lived in the study of a sorcerer."
"Then why did you not do so?" the King inquired.
"I thought to myself that the fire would be my vengeance. But the sorcerer, wise during his time, knew that both fire and vengeance were things both dangerous and unpredictable, because both could slip out of control. Who would it hurt? People that have done me no harm deserve none."
"Could you not have escaped otherwise?"
"I knew I was far away, for the rats and the mice and the spiders and the squirrels told me, but had I left earlier, I would not be led here by the woman."
"Why did you turn the son into a frog?"
"Because the woman, for some time, has now experienced what it is like to lose a child."
Those who witnessed these declarations agreed that this child was as fair and merciful as the legends of her family told, and she was kindly welcomed back to the family.
The son was returned to his original form, and the woman was kept in prison.
As for the studies, the Sorceress Princess demanded that they be burned. For had any other person come upon such dangerous, advanced tools, those that very few others truly understood, it could mean great harm to her people.
She did not wish to rule, for her siblings were trained to during her absence, and so this Sorceress Princess traveled throughout her kingdom and helped her people using the studies, healing and protecting using her incredible power.
And thus the tale of the Sorceress Princess would resound throughout the many lands, nearly outshining that of her bloodline and the gifts of the heavens.
[Author’s Note: It’s not the power you wield that makes you who you are. It’s how you use it.]
*sudden realization that next year is like 3 weeks away*
when u really excited for a thing but ur friend isnt