Once upon a time there was a witch who was accepted to live along side the royal family to heal and protect them, in exchange she could perform dark magic and study spells without being harassed or bothered. For many years she protected them, and had had a baby girl with a wizard. One day the prince fell sick, but the witch had failed to cure the unknown illness. In rage the King mourned the death of his only son, and sent the guards to burn the witch upon a cross. The witch knew her fate, and her child being only ten years, she sent her to the forest, giving her a very powerful amulet and spoke of revenge. The wizard had died a year or two before.
Three years later, A young witch still knew those words full of hate, and held the amulet close to her heart in a ruined tower far in the forest she was sent to hide away in. Her magic was strong now, well strong enough.
Meanwhile, the threat of the witch was heard of, and the princess was sent far far away. In her place, a lowly paid maid was put.
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Present
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Valerie had just gotten the tools and ingredients to do the spell. She was going to summon the princess. She had cursed the princesses bed through a mirror.
" Come to me, Princess, and Suffer like my mother once had!"
And silence.
Valerie blinked a couple times, a shocked form in front of her with.. a rather fake crown. Not to mention her outfit was not at all like a princesses. Slamming her spell book shut she scowled." This is False! Where is The Princess?!" She was clearly in rage, narrowing her eyes and stamping her foot."did I do the spell wrong? No, I cursed the right bed, And I had planned this for years..."