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flipflop_divaThe vision left no room for interpretation.
Raging fires engulfing homes and barns and horses and people. Bodies on the ground. Others running for their lives.
And then later, a sea of ashes. Ruins all around.
Sorrow. Pain. Despair.
A kingdom gone. A people destroyed.
And high on the hill, looking down at the chaos, a young girl with curls of gold and skin like porcelain.
A crown of diamonds on her head. A gown of the finest silk wrapped around her flesh.
And a smile on her face that sent chills through the heart.
So beautiful.
So cruel.
•••
The witch ran through the streets, crying and screaming. The vision was real. They must believe!
But the villagers just pointed and laughed and rolled their eyes.
“Crazy child!”
“As kooky as her mother!”
“She is the one who should be stopped!”
Even her own mother just shook her head sadly.
“They will never believe, dear child,” she told her gently. “You must leave them to their fate.”
But the visions kept coming, day after day, stronger, more vivid, more real. How could she do nothing when she knew how it would end?
She waited for the right moment, the night of the king’s ball. She dressed in the finest outfit she owned — just rags to other people, but a treasure to her — and slipped in between the guards and the guests.
It wasn’t hard to find them, the princess and the prince. There, in the middle of the ballroom, the center of attention.
She called out their names and screamed out her vision.
The crowds gasped and the princess paled, but the witch didn’t let up.
“Please save us while you still can!” she begged, even as the guards moved to drag her away.
But the prince just shook his head and patted the princess on her stomach.
“It is too late,” was all he said.
•••
The baby was born on a cold wintry night, and the villagers celebrated for all they were worth, dancing and cheering in the snow-covered streets.
The witch watched it all from a shadowy corner as visions played out before her eyes.
“It is the most beautiful baby this world has ever seen!” the king declared, and without a single glance, the witch knew he was right.
The witch and her mother slipped away that night, leaving behind their home and their people.
The most beautiful baby had just been born.
The terrible end was just beginning.
Raging fires engulfing homes and barns and horses and people. Bodies on the ground. Others running for their lives.
And then later, a sea of ashes. Ruins all around.
Sorrow. Pain. Despair.
A kingdom gone. A people destroyed.
And high on the hill, looking down at the chaos, a young girl with curls of gold and skin like porcelain.
A crown of diamonds on her head. A gown of the finest silk wrapped around her flesh.
And a smile on her face that sent chills through the heart.
So beautiful.
So cruel.
•••
The witch ran through the streets, crying and screaming. The vision was real. They must believe!
But the villagers just pointed and laughed and rolled their eyes.
“Crazy child!”
“As kooky as her mother!”
“She is the one who should be stopped!”
Even her own mother just shook her head sadly.
“They will never believe, dear child,” she told her gently. “You must leave them to their fate.”
But the visions kept coming, day after day, stronger, more vivid, more real. How could she do nothing when she knew how it would end?
She waited for the right moment, the night of the king’s ball. She dressed in the finest outfit she owned — just rags to other people, but a treasure to her — and slipped in between the guards and the guests.
It wasn’t hard to find them, the princess and the prince. There, in the middle of the ballroom, the center of attention.
She called out their names and screamed out her vision.
The crowds gasped and the princess paled, but the witch didn’t let up.
“Please save us while you still can!” she begged, even as the guards moved to drag her away.
But the prince just shook his head and patted the princess on her stomach.
“It is too late,” was all he said.
•••
The baby was born on a cold wintry night, and the villagers celebrated for all they were worth, dancing and cheering in the snow-covered streets.
The witch watched it all from a shadowy corner as visions played out before her eyes.
“It is the most beautiful baby this world has ever seen!” the king declared, and without a single glance, the witch knew he was right.
The witch and her mother slipped away that night, leaving behind their home and their people.
The most beautiful baby had just been born.
The terrible end was just beginning.
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Date: 2014-08-06 05:18 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for reading <33