Firstly, I would like to point out that I do not, in fact, turn into a dragon. That would be ridiculously gross.
I know what you’re thinking, “but aren’t dragons just so cool? They breathe fire! Why would anyone not want to be a dragon?”
Oh, yes, they breathe fire, but just how many dragons have you met, exactly? Not many, I suspect. If you had met a dragon, you would know that they smell absolutely horrid, and they’re always talking in cryptic riddles. It’s extremely annoying trying to decide if “the waters will return to the empty riverbeds” means “there’s going to be drought” or “I’m thirsty.”
Secondly, I’m not evil. Witches are always made to look bad and evil.
I have a heart, at least. I’m just as human as any of you, if you don’t count magic powers. So, I’m not that evil, anyway.
No, no, I take that back, I have been extremely evil sometimes. But there was that one time, with Snow-whatever-her-name-was; it wasn’t my fault that time. I told her not to drink all the apple cider. I warned her that I saw someone spike it. But, no, she wouldn’t listen, and then she went and told her seven midgets that it was all my fault.
But that’s beside the point.
I know you’ve heard the story, the one about the little baby who is cursed by an evil witch, so on her sixteenth birthday she would prick her finger, blah, blah, blah.
This time, oh yes, I was evil. But I was also in love. Love makes me just as human as any of you. Love was my undoing.
Originally, she was supposed to die when she pricked her finger. It was all because of my stupid sister that changed it where she would only fall asleep. And yes, I admit it, cursing someone to die just because they poked their finger was probably a little bit rash, but my dearest sister doesn’t have to ruin all my plans.
Sorry. Anyway, my sister couldn’t completely reverse my curse; nope, I’m too good for that. But she made it where the girl wouldn’t die, but would be taking an eternally long beauty nap.
Only to be saved by true love’s kiss.
A ridiculous alternative to death, in my opinion. You might as well die if you're planning to sleep forever. They call death 'sleep' sometimes for a reason.
My solution was simple; I could not let her true love find her. When she fell asleep, I tricked the prince into my castle. I would keep him there forever.
I suppose it wasn’t the most foolproof plan.
I honestly thought that the prince would fall in love with me. I should have known no one loves the witches. No one even likes the witches! They like fairies and princesses and happy endings where the the witch is evil and she never gets what she wants. But, oh, I tried. I had loved him from afar all my life, why shouldn’t he love me instead of her? I cared for him, gave him anything in the world he wanted. Where was she? Oh yes, that's right, she was sleeping.
With magic, you would suspect I would be able to do anything. I tried everything to make him love me. I changed my appearance, my voice, and I even tried to change my personality. Only a little bit. Nothing mattered, the stupid boy just kept on and on about the girl he met in the woods. Even if I had changed myself into a completely different person, I'd end up being a silly girl with a flower and a broken heart.
Of course I realized that he didn’t know who the princess was. He couldn’t ever find her, I thought, even if I let him go. But I wouldn’t even take that chance. He simply had to love me.
Why wouldn’t he?
I thought about letting him go. There’s that silly old saying about if you really love something, you have to let it go. And if it loves you, it’ll come back. I couldn’t do it, though. I was terrified that if I let him leave, there would be no chance that he would return.
I thought I loved him.
Eventually, it came to the point where it pained me just to look at him. Do you know what it’s like to look at someone, to love them, and know that they love someone else?
I doubt you do. You wouldn’t understand. You still think I’m the evil pimply green witch who turns into a dragon.
At first, I kept him in my castle because of love. Then it was out of spite. Finally, it was just nothing. No feelings, just emptiness. Hate would be the next step.
I hated the prince, the princess, my sisters, and the world. Dragons? Hate them. Cauldrons? Hate them. Rainbows and daisies? I hate them, too.
If I hated him so much, I wondered, why did I still cry at night when I knew he loved her?
Eventually, I had to let him go. It all hurt too much. He was nothing to me anymore. It was becoming unhealthy. But as for finding the sleeping princess, I made it as difficult for him as possible.
To love her rather than me, he would have to work for it. He would pay dearly for making that mistake.
Even if it means I need to turn into a stinking purple dragon.
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