A/N: Okay this is a weird one based off a dream I had last night, no idea where it's coming from, so I'm just rolling with it. One shot.
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Descent
As I stared into the long mirror-which was twice as tall as I was-I barely recognised myself from who I once was.
I never expected this, I never really knew what to expect, I was so young when it all began. That day oh so long ago when I looked into the heart of a child as I had been taught, and I found purity and innocence. I was so eager, to try it for the first time, to make him happy beyond his wildest dreams. Perhaps I bonded too quickly, or misjudged his character. I dare not think that all he has become is my fault; I fear that would finally break me.
I did as was supposed to be done at the beginning, I helped him, granted his wishes…well, maybe I went above and beyond, I was just so excited that I forgot the warnings of the elder Fae. I couldn't possibly have been spoiling the child; I just gave him what he deserved.
And soon his wishes grew, and grew. Hesitant and humble became eager and confident.
It had been so long since those early days, since I wore dresses of baby blue and my hair was shining white in its curly tresses. My tinkling laugh and cheeky smile had oft been complimented by my fellows when I was young, remarking that I must have pixie blood.
Now my garments were black as sin, my once lustrous hair now a crazy grey as wild and untamed as my mad grins and cackling laughter that was so feared throughout the kingdom. I knew…I knew the stories they told about me, to their children at night, or their fellows around a campfire. The King's mad witch.
For of course, my child had grown to be a king. With my help. And all through the land now trembled at his name.
I have done so many things on his command-for they were commands now, not the hesitant requests of a small child-and they haunted my dreams. How many lives have I taken? How much blood have I spilt? And dare I admit it, how much did I enjoy every second?
For that is my greatest shame.
Not that I may have caused the rule of a tyrant to come to pass, nor the many atrocities I have committed. No. It was that I had changed as much as he has, that I have grown to love the coppery tang of blood in the air, the sound of screams, and the fear people look at me with in their eyes.
Once, long ago, there was doubt and concern, and guilt gnawing at my conscience. Now, I feel nothing except curiosity, perhaps. Over what my Fae brethren would think of me now. Of what the world might have been like if I had listened to advice. Whether it was his decisions that had shaped me into who I am now or maybe….maybe it was mine that made him.
A/N: Like I said, not entirely sure where this came from. Might have been from seeing the Fairy Godmother from the new Cinderella film was Helena Bonham Carter, one of my favourite actresses who also played Bellatrix Lestrange in the HP films. Possibly along with this I would leave the words of Harvey Dent; "You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become a villain." Always liked that quote.