A little girl looked fearfully at the two
corpses lying down right in front of her, who she knew as her parents. She
tried to hold her breath as tears fell down her cheeks. Then she turned to a
figure draped in a black cloak. “W-who are you?” The girl asked, shaking in
fear. Her voice sounded so little like a chirp of a bird.
Underneath
the black hood, the moonlight shone on the figure’s lips, and an evil smile was
seen. The little girl noticed the figure dressed in black was a girl – teenage girl.
The teen stabbed her black magic scythe – which had blue crystals surrounding
it – into the organic soil before she pinched the corners of her black dress and
draped it open widely as her body curtsied.
“I…” She said, still with an evil
smile. “…am your fairy godmother. And I’m here to grant you wish.”
“But…”
The 5-year-old interrupted, with cheeks stained with tears. “…I never wished for this
to happen. I -”
“You’ve
wished so. There’s no turning back; wishes cannot be returned.” Fairy Godmother
slammed her scythe one more time, this time not with normal dark blue eyes, but
black eyes that could steal any soul in just one look.
The crumbling of the
rocks beneath them was heard, caused by the little girl, who slumped on to the
ground, staring at her as if she wanted to cry. Black swirls of magic dust, or
seemed like it for the girl, clouded the fairy godmother and disappeared in a
matter of time, along with the fairy herself.
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