So imagine, there's this big party right. Everyone's invited. Should be a blast right? Except for one small fact. You're not invited. Well, you probably were invited. I, however, was not. I might have over reacted just a smidge. But still, the only person in the whole kingdom, not to be invited? Wouldn't you be a little pissed? So I decided to crash it. Figured I'd give them a nice little surprise. Wouldn't you? I may be an outcast, but I still have feelings. Well, feeling; singular. Fury. Which they did not take into account when they failed to invite me. Of course, the story you were told didn't include their truly dreadful excuses. "Oh, err, your invite got lost in the mail!" "There was limited seating!" Insolent little . . . Ugh.
And, excuse me for doing what everyone there wanted to but didn't have the courage. The royal family have needed a good kick up the backside since the king took the throne. The way they looked at me when I showed up. Like the dirt on their feet. Speaking simply as if I was a peasant or simpleton. In fact they're so far up their own butts I doubt they would have noticed me if I hadn't made such a big scene.
So I get a little bit angry. Maybe mutter a curse or two. I didn't really mean to carry it out. It was one of those things, you know, "If you say one more word, I swear to God I'll strangle you!" Things like that. Well, then they just had to go and do it, didn't they? Push me over the edge, with their ridiculous cowering and looks of disgust. Am I really that ugly and terrifying? Curses aside, I mean. You would think I would have the power to change my appearance or something, if I can seal the fate of a little kid. She was a very pretty baby though. Prettiest baby I ever saw. Okay, so I may have been a little jealous.
It all worked out in the end didn't it? I didn't do any good. I mean evil. Well, for me it would have been good. Fun to explore when time's stopped. Put people in funny positions, steal the crown jewels and what not. Back to the point; she got her 'Prince Charming'. What kind of a name is 'Charming' anyway? A very common one at the very least. Who calls their child 'Charming'? No matter how 'Charming' they are, it borders on child cruelty. I mean can you imagine the kid in class?
It was a brilliant curse. Rather inventive. A spinning wheel! Who would have guessed? It was a spare of the moment thing, you know. The mind can do wonders if you let it have free reign. And for my creativity, what do I get? Labelled evil. Well, thank you very much.
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