A/N: Whoops...I was wrong...it doesn't get good until the NEXT chapter...hehehehe...you'll just have to review to get it! (Mwahahahahaha...*gasp for breath...cough, cough*)

Oh...candy cane kudos bars (my, doesn't that sound appetizing...) to Baloo (if you have reviewed before my review, then your thanx is in my review...now read this chapter, review, and THEN read it! thanx!) K...I'll shut up now...enjoy it, kids! It gets good in the next chapter...PROMISE!!!!!!!!!!!! ~Jenny the chica~



Chapter Seven: In which fate and destiny are accepted...


Next morning, I acted nicely to the witch. She beamed with delight, believing my hoax that I truly had accepted her as my Mother, and she seemed to loosen the "chain" she had around my neck a little.

Of course, Mother, as she insisted on me calling her by, had to spend breakfast with me, and when she finally left, I smiled my final false smile, and watched her climb down. I walked back into my room, and wondered how long I could carry on this game of making Mother think that I was sincere. I knew that I had to, though, because if I suddenly stopped now, she would get suspicious and might find the books that Mother had given me, which I would not and could not let her take.

Although it seemed that nothing would ever be clear to me, I looked out to see beautiful sunshine, and I went out to sit on the edge of the balcony and sang, as I had the day before.

It was my singing and my fairy mother's books that got me through those first long weeks. I would go out every day and sing, and I wrote my fairy mother every day, and she constantly wrote back as well, helping me to continue to put all the energy and effort it took to keep Mother from getting suspicious.

Mother continued to come every morning, at close to the same time. Many times, though, she would stay for breakfast, and I would have to talk with her for long hours at a time, and pretend to be interested in what she said. Most of the time, she talked about how she had been waiting so long to find me again, and how glad she was that she had found me. She often talked about my fairy mother, whom she called "the evil fairy." So, I listened to her droning day after day, and sighed with relief every time she disappeared into the thick woods under my tower.

I hated most, mainly myself, the fact that she would listen intently to every word that I said. She always said that the times she spent with me were the best she had ever spent. I hated the fact that I hid so much from her, and didn't return half the love she gave me. I just couldn't, for, how can one love a witch?





A/N: Welps, kids, I've broken down and named my chapters...and similarities between them and those from East of the Sun, West of the Moon, are simply amazing...hmmm...so, review, then go read and review East...PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!! *falls on her knees, then kisses your feet*