Once upon a time, there was a beautiful young girl whose stepmother always made her stay home with the baby.
How often I hear it repeated! In every age, in every country, in every language, it is told over and over again.
I don't want you…
You take everything from me!
Before you, things were better…
Why should it be me who takes care of you?
You're not mine!
Go away—I wish you would go away!
It has been that way since humanity began, I was once told—since Cain and Abel.
Am I my brother's keeper?
Usually those thoughts remain merely that—thoughts, or words, or resentful actions. It is relatively rare that they should elicit any response from the rest of the universe.
However, under special circumstances…
I wish…
…with certain knowledge…
…the goblins…
…and sufficient desire…
… would come and take you away…
… magic has a chance to enter the equation.
… right now!