Once there lived a fairy, who was exceptionally ugly, but whose incredible
magical powers more than made up for this physical deficiency. But her
acquaintances failed to see that her expertise made her a very worthwhile
person to have on one's side, and this had the effect of making the fairy
feel very sorry for herself. Now, when a person gets like this, feeling so
much self-pity, they generally begin to cherish only their own good
qualities, and this was what happened with this highly qualified magical
being. By the way, her name was originally Anastacia, but she later changed
her name by deed poll to 'Wicked Fairy'.
By the time she reached the age of 16, when her peers had grown to be beautiful, or at least tolerable, young ladies with curvy bodies and full lips, she had advanced in her ugliness to such a high level that many men actually felt sick at the sight of her. This was of course very unfortunate for her, and caused her many sleepless nights, but we must also pity the caretakers and street cleaners who had the less than enviable task of clearing up the mess. As for those men, well, I think we shall have to dismiss their feelings in this instance as horrifically unfair and selfish.
Because people were so disgusted by her appearance, they began to ignore her completely. Although this was a very heartless way to behave, one must observe that they missed out on some good fortune by doing this; nobody was as smart as Anastacia, especially not in Science, and while she got a constant stream of A*s, the other students were pushed back to Ds and Es, not being able to explain exactly how far a frog's blood was similar to a dog's. If they could only have seen past her physical features, and asked her for help, how much better they would have done at school!
But enough of those cruel people; the important issue is, of course, that of our heroine. Anastacia's own feelings became so dark, so selfish and so full of hate that she decided that she would have to make people know how strong she actually was. People already detested her; she would make them realise why. There was no reason why she should do anything else with her life; her powers, all of which were of course self taught as they didn't teach magic at school, were quite sufficient enough for her to do exactly what she wanted. And so, after her GCSEs (in which of course she gained 16 A*s), she left school, changed her name, and found a dark mountain, situated in a corner of the world which was hidden from ordinary people. She used her powers and her biological knowledge to develop all kinds of creatures (which, I assure you, you would not like to meet in the sunniest of green fields, let alone down a dark alley late at night) and sat down to wait.
She waited for several years, until she heard of a princess, who was destined to be the most beautiful, the most desirable, the most lovely of girls, and then she began to plot. This girl would be the perfect example. she would show everyone that beauty was pointless. and she would have her revenge. The newborn baby would be everything that the Wicked Fairy (yes, Wicked Fairy was her name, but it just doesn't sound right without 'the' in front) was not, and never could be - the only thing that she couldn't do with her powers was to make things beautiful. And so, she plotted, and settled on a most original plan - to cause the princess' death through the use of a spinning wheel. It was, she felt, fitting, that beauty's ruin could come from something so stereotypically feminine. Although, of course, the Wicked Fairy was a very strong feminist, and also ugly-ist, her cunning mind realised that the princess would be the opposite - she would be the romantic type, wanting to be loved and cherished and rescued by a handsome prince, as if in a fairy tale. Ha! There was no way the Wicked Fairy was letting that happen! Death would be final. everlasting! And when the princess was dead, she could try somewhere else. there were so many stupid pretty girls. they would be punished!
By the time she reached the age of 16, when her peers had grown to be beautiful, or at least tolerable, young ladies with curvy bodies and full lips, she had advanced in her ugliness to such a high level that many men actually felt sick at the sight of her. This was of course very unfortunate for her, and caused her many sleepless nights, but we must also pity the caretakers and street cleaners who had the less than enviable task of clearing up the mess. As for those men, well, I think we shall have to dismiss their feelings in this instance as horrifically unfair and selfish.
Because people were so disgusted by her appearance, they began to ignore her completely. Although this was a very heartless way to behave, one must observe that they missed out on some good fortune by doing this; nobody was as smart as Anastacia, especially not in Science, and while she got a constant stream of A*s, the other students were pushed back to Ds and Es, not being able to explain exactly how far a frog's blood was similar to a dog's. If they could only have seen past her physical features, and asked her for help, how much better they would have done at school!
But enough of those cruel people; the important issue is, of course, that of our heroine. Anastacia's own feelings became so dark, so selfish and so full of hate that she decided that she would have to make people know how strong she actually was. People already detested her; she would make them realise why. There was no reason why she should do anything else with her life; her powers, all of which were of course self taught as they didn't teach magic at school, were quite sufficient enough for her to do exactly what she wanted. And so, after her GCSEs (in which of course she gained 16 A*s), she left school, changed her name, and found a dark mountain, situated in a corner of the world which was hidden from ordinary people. She used her powers and her biological knowledge to develop all kinds of creatures (which, I assure you, you would not like to meet in the sunniest of green fields, let alone down a dark alley late at night) and sat down to wait.
She waited for several years, until she heard of a princess, who was destined to be the most beautiful, the most desirable, the most lovely of girls, and then she began to plot. This girl would be the perfect example. she would show everyone that beauty was pointless. and she would have her revenge. The newborn baby would be everything that the Wicked Fairy (yes, Wicked Fairy was her name, but it just doesn't sound right without 'the' in front) was not, and never could be - the only thing that she couldn't do with her powers was to make things beautiful. And so, she plotted, and settled on a most original plan - to cause the princess' death through the use of a spinning wheel. It was, she felt, fitting, that beauty's ruin could come from something so stereotypically feminine. Although, of course, the Wicked Fairy was a very strong feminist, and also ugly-ist, her cunning mind realised that the princess would be the opposite - she would be the romantic type, wanting to be loved and cherished and rescued by a handsome prince, as if in a fairy tale. Ha! There was no way the Wicked Fairy was letting that happen! Death would be final. everlasting! And when the princess was dead, she could try somewhere else. there were so many stupid pretty girls. they would be punished!