THE CURSE OF THE DRAGON PRINCESS

d warlocks. Those people caused many conflicts and troubles for our kingdom. Some were burnt on a stack of pyres while others were hanged from trees, some were stoned to death. I had seen it happen more times than I cared to count. Witches were evil beings. We killed without mercy. They deserved everything they got. The whole world knew it. They used black magic and witchcraft to manipulate human emotions and use fear as their weapon of choice. Fear made people weak and they lost the

fear, not because they were evil. In fact, she told me that they sometimes acted very brave and that the ones who had created the demons were responsible for killing of innocent humans every day. She would sometimes get upset and say thin

iries and unicorns. She loved fairy tales and she would tell me stories from them. One o

ered to Princess Nell, her only concern was the animals in her garden. The flowers, the fountains, the birds, the squirrels, the rabbits and the deer. Every single animal was her pet, and when it rained or snowed or any type of weather, the garden flourished as the animals roamed the gardens in the hopes of getting some food. She spent all day every day in the garden tending to each plant and flower. She spent all night tending to the animals, making sure all of them got enough nutrition and water during the cold days. Dur

ked and appalled by what he saw. He could do nothing but pray as he tended to the king's wounds and prayed that he could save him. Princess Nell was beside her father. Her tears spilled over as she sobbed inconsolably. Lola tried to console her friend, telling her not to cry, saying there was no need to cry for the king as he would be better soon. But the princess refused to listen. Her tears kept streaming down her cheeks as she cried loudly and bitterly for the life of her loving father. Lola left her friend and shortly retu

ke. I am here," replied Princess Ne

she continued to speak to him in hus

the room was

en the skilled physicians could not. No one was expecting the king to regain consciousness. Everyone in the room waited in complete anticipation for his re

g his head slightly toward the woman

ighness," she responded i

t friend and would promote you to the position of advi

e entire room erupted with joy and excitement and clapped their h

there, I never wanted to see another bad fairy tale, not even one of my own imagination. I could listen to the stories for hours on

to grow into the role of

by my father as his successor. As it

ttering as pearls when I wore them. Perhaps I was mistaken. I don't know what I was imagining, or what I hoped would become of me, but for some reason my chil