Cursed Dreams

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She stood atop the hill watching.

The guests around the castle below were jostling around in a panicked state -

though they were panicking for a good reason.

The day had started off beautifully; the bright morning sun had shined upon the

newborn princess and her proud parents. It was a naming-day for the royal baby and

everyone in the kingdom was invited, both the citizens of Galla and the fairies of the

surrounding lands. One by one, the fairies had approached the lavishly decorated cradle

to bestow their gifts upon the princess.

Overall, the gift giving process was pleasant and entertaining - until Percillia the

Witch of the Moors arrived with a bitter gust of wind, interrupting the last fairy,

Lavender, who was about to announce her present for the princess. Percillia had strutted

up to the cradle and had rudely pushed the other fairy aside. She had taken out her wand

and with a wave, she proclaimed, "The princess shall pierce her finger on a needle and

fall into a poisoned sleep on her eighteenth birthday!" She had whirled around and faced

the astonished guests, and as quickly as she had arrived, she disappeared with a blink of

an eye.

Many people of the crowd had screamed or fainted. At that point, the last fairy

stepped up. She was pale and trembling, but she pulled herself together, pointed at the

baby and said, "The princess will not sleep forever. She will be awakened by a kiss of a

prince."

The woman on the knoll chuckled quietly at the sight of the madly scrambling

people. Percillia, the Witch of the Moors, uttered a spell under her breath and once again,

vanished without a trace.

TBC.