Ok so here is my first fan fic on this site. I hope you guys like it! By the way, I am fixing the chapters before I write more so when there are updates, that is the chapters being fixed.

The sounds of drums, trumpets and singing filled the streets. People rejoiced over the birth of the first heir to the throne. The king and queen had been waiting many years for a child and were getting worried if they would ever have an heir, and now, they had one. Only they were waiting for a son, not a daughter.

The rumor was that the child was the most beautiful in all the land. With the softest of brown curls on her head and the most unique purple eyes to ever see the world. People from all over the kingdom of Mairylliam and surrounding provinces came for the celebrations in honor of the child's birth.

But unbeknownst to the king and queen, this was not a time of joyful celebration for some. In a distant town on the border of the kingdom, lived an elderly woman. It was in this town, days ago, that her son was brutally taken from her, never to return home.

He was not the one that practiced witchcraft. But everyone believed it was him, as he was always buying the herbs she needed, always selling her poultices and solutions to get them some money. It was her that practiced the magic, not him. Her son, murdered because the king, and everyone else, was scared of magic. Because there was a law that forbid magic from the land for generations.

But did anyone say anything to save her poor son, besides her? No, they all watched, intent written on their faces to rid the world of magic as he was killed. They stood there, without making any indication of helping her and let her son burn. If he was magic, he could have escaped. He would have. And yet, he couldn't. So why didn't they save him when it was determined that he was innocent?

Because the king was a coward.

They would pay. They would all pay for what they did to her son. He would pay, a hand for a hand, an ear for an ear, a child for a child. She knew she wouldn't be able to kill the innocent child, after all she was only a baby, but she could destroy her, and in turn, the king and queen. She would destroy the innocence the child held, and make it so that they would all suffer.

The witch made plans, plans that would one day become her downfall. But she was too focused on what would happen to her nemesis and his child to realise that there was a major fault in the dark magic that she was preparing.

In the castle, the king and queen watched as their daughter looked upon them with her gorgeous purple eyes. They were so intelligent, seeing everything, watching even the smallest of things. The child's eyes followed everyone's moves with interest.

The king turned away from his daughter and walked to the window, is hands folded behind his back. The crowds of people were all dancing in the dying sunlight below the castle, spilling into the streets. The queen followed her husband to the window and also looked out into the square of their kingdom.

"They are too loud, too joyful. Why are they celebrating the birth of something so worthless to the throne?" Both royals were disgusted with the 'heir' that was provided to them by the fates.

The people all wore the bare and bleak outfits they wore everyday, nothing out of the ordinary for them, as there was so little wealth available that many did not own more than two or three shirts or pants. They were farmers, merchants, simple people. They couldn't afford the vast goods that were traded from far off lands, they could barely afford to stay alive.

The king nodded his agreement. "I agree. I don't know what they are all happy about. It is a girl after all. Not the son that we had hoped for." The king was bitter that the child had turned out to be a girl instead of the son that he wanted and needed to carry on the royal family's name. He needed an heir to carry on his plans for the domination of the surrounding kingdoms, to take over the empire he planned to create, and this child would not be it.

The queen looked down her nose at the people in the square. They were all dancing, smiling and feasting. She turned away, disgusted by the common folk.

"They will think that it is OK to practice witchcraft. There has already been reports of it in the outlying villages. We must eliminate all ideas that there will be any form of leniancey from the monarchy." The king mused aloud.

Turning to the queen, he said louder, "You must provide me with a legitimate heir. And soon. The kingdom will need someone to take over my place when I no longer can. If you cannot, I will be forced to replace you as queen. No mistress's son can be claimed as heir over the queen. Do you understand?"

The queen turned to her husband and gave a solitary nod. She knew that if she failed within the next couple of years to birth him a son and heir, that one of his mistress's would be named queen, or another lady of high standing, leaving her without title and without a husband.

Reluctantly taking the child from her crib, the queen moved to her husband's side and together they walked to the dining room for the feast, in honor of their daughter. Sitting at the head of the table, the queen, king and princess all dinned on the most lavish and expensive imported and freshly grown food, along with all the respected people in the court.

It was getting later in the night, people starting to finish eating. The doors to the hall flew open and was a massive breeze that rushed through the hall twisting everyone's hair and clothes. The king and queen looked around, standing in the process.

"What is the meaning of this?!" the king bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls as everything went into a deathly stillness.

"You shall pay for your deeds my lord. Killing the innocent because of a superstition that you planted in all of the kingdom's peoples' minds. It is quite pitiful. A hand for a hand, an ear for an ear, a child for a child." The witch had appeared in front him without any warning, in the center of the hall, her gravelly voice making everyone turn in fear and listen to her words.

Turning red, the king was getting madder and madder by the second. "You witch! Guards! Seize her!" The witch only smirked in satisfaction as the child beside the child started glowing with her words, the guards frozen with a flick of her wrist.

From the darkest pits of their hearts

I curse this child with a gift that she cannot be apart

The gift of sightless eyes is what she will possess

Until upon death, with true love's kiss

With that proclamation, the child ceased glowing. No noises came from anyone, no movement happened, just silence and stillness. The witch cackled and, with a glare in the direction of the royal blood, she disappeared into thin air.

With that, the spell was broken. Everyone watched as the king and queen stared at their daughter. Her once lively eyes still held a sparkle in them, but they didn't move with the movement of the people. The eyes that moved no longer moved, but only stayed still and stared into the open. She was blind. Not only that, but she was touched by a dark magic.

"Get this child out of my sight. I don't care what you do with her, I do not want this child anywhere near me. It is no longer my daughter." The king turned from the infant and walked from the room.

The people stared in horror as their king walked away from his daughter, the only known heir to the empire. The queen looked down upon the child with a frown, her face becoming more twisted as the child stared past her.

"It has been touched by a witch. Dispose of this thing." And with that, she followed her husband from the room, leaving the court in a stunned silence and the daughter of a king and queen orphaned.

A/N: Ok guys so this is my first ever story on here (as I probably said earlier) and I really hope you all like it. Now usually, I will write longer chapters but I just wanna know if this is a good story idea and will actually be read/ followed by people so...REVIEW PLEASE! Thanks!