Mother Nature

She hated every moment she stood there. She hated Jack and Gump, the dwarves and Oona, even the pure white unicorns had earned her loathing.

But the one she hated most was herself. Why must she have these doubts and feelings? Why couldn't she push these horrid thoughts away? Why did the sound of His deep and melodious voice haunt her even now?

She hated that everything had to be a lie. She lied when she smiled, when she kissed Jack, and when she bowed her head with him to receive the blessing of the Mother Goddess. And still He was there.