Ginger Ch. 2:Birth of a Reluctant Hero
My mother screamed in pain of pure agony that could only be brought by two things. The first being dangled over a pot where trolls plan on turning you into stew,…the second childbirth. My father had been less evil than her, so she angrily turned him into a frog. Needless to say he couldn't be her for my birth. Granny Nutmeg herself came to see. She giggled to herself like you might upon looking at the comics at my mother's pain.
"There-there I'm sure it's not life threatening! And even if it is! Tee-hee!" the wicked wrinkly woman cackled. My mother's screams grew louder…had it happened to anybody but her she would have been simply delighted, but this was her pain and the only kind that would be intolerable.
"ALMOST THERE!" Nutmeg hissed taking me out. "A girl….of course we've never had a Gingerbread Wizard….thank Satan for that who knows we'd die out if he mated with a mortal woman…"I opened my ears to the funny old woman not realizing the true monster that now held me.
"BLUE?!"she growled dropping me on the floor. My own mother smirked at my cry ,and then reached down to grab me. "Blue? Really? Well that can't be all evil witches have eyes of pure…re…oh how horrid…blue. Could she be good? SHE ISN"T HISISNG OR BITING?! Granny? Is she ok?" Nutmeg preferred being called by her title…got more children and victims right where she wanted getting them to picture their grandmothers.
"It's very likely," Nutmeg replied coldly. "And I don't know what you expect me to do…it's none of my business the disgusting excuse for a creature you brought into this world…."
"It's not my fault! Her father ….his brother had just died…perfectly legitimate excuse for being cranky! He wasn't evil! He actually went up to Jack and Jill to help them up after they fell down the hill…wouldn't let me cook them either…"
"I DON"T CARE ABOUT THAT FOOLISH BACKSTORY!" Granny Nutmeg screamed. "YOU MATED WITH A GOOD MAN!"
"But he's no longer here could she still…"
"I DON"T KNOW!"
"I'm sorry…"
"Call her Ginger…"
"But why?"
"Why?"Nutmeg chuckled as if it should have been completely obvious. "To remind the repulsive twit of her heritage! Her history! What she stands for! A good witch needs reminders….after all if Glinda didn't have power…what would she have…"
"Y-Y-You should be Q-Q-Queen…"my mother stuttered. Flattery wasn't enough to make Nutmeg forget an "insult" but it could postpone her anger.
"Someday…..someday…you foolish little suck-up…I will be!"