Greetings to all and to all a good read!
This is a continuation of the chapter Wanda's Magic, in my story Mutations. It is not necessary to read that before this (or vise versa), but feel free to do so. I appreciate any and all feedback, so please let me know what you think!
Thanks,
Ris
Discalimer: I do not own X-men: Evolution. (or Sleeping Beauty…or any other fairy tale)
Fairy tales and make believe
When she was younger her favorite color was pink. She loved that color, it could be found everywhere in her room. She loved fairy tales and dress up and make believe. She loved everyone in her family. She really liked it when her Aunt Raven would visit because then the fairy tale stories and the games of make believe became just that much more real.
For so long she was kept locked away in the tiny prison they called a room. Her family left her there to rot. They forgot about her. She can't stand the medicine they force down her throat. It tastes too bitterly sweet or maybe too sweetly bitter, she can never tell. It makes colors dance in her vision, bright blinding colors that she used to love, but has grown to hate. She's not sure if the medicine turns her into Aurora/Briar Rose, whoever it was from long ago. She can't tell if it's a cursed reality or a nightmarish daydream.
She thought her family loved her, just as much as she loved them. If they did, why did they do this to her and never come back? Time passes differently within these walls, she loses minuets, hours, days, weeks, and months, the years she already lost once she was condemned to this fate.
She remembers the fairy tales that she so loved. On the good days she imagines she's Rapunzel, trapped up in her tower, so she lets her hair grow long. (Really they won't let scissors come near her, so she isn't allowed a hair cut, but shh she doesn't know that.)
As time goes on, her thoughts become dark and twisted, and it isn't long until she no longer likes the fairy tales. She begins to side with the "evil" witches. She likes Maleficent, the evil stepmothers, and the evil wicked witches because they never tried to hide their hatred. She begins to think that all fairy tales and make believe are a lie.
She'd rather be an evil wicked witch than a good one. She has so much hate, so much rage inside her that it makes her see red. But red is such a fickle color, and she prefers scarlet.
Scarlet is a much more powerful color than red anyway.
Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it, so please let me know what you think. I really do appreciate any and all feedback. This is a side story/continuation to Wanda's Magic in my story Mutations. Feel free to check that out if you get the chance.
Once again, thanks!
Risigurlrox