This is not a Christmas story. In fact this is a very dark story and not suited for children. People 16 years and older would probably like this story. Thanks.
Gazing into the Orb of Light, I looked at my love, the prince. And what a surprise his princess who once toiled away at her estate was by his side. White magick. If wouldn’t be for white magick that cinder lover wouldn’t be a princess.
At the ball, he danced with me. He drew me close, his hand gripped mine. One kiss and the spell would have worked. Spinning around the dance floor, he came closer then she walked in, draped in the in the works of white magick.
He released my hand and greeted her. Never did he look my way again. Since white magick could only do so much, she had to leave before midnight. I rejoined the prince but he was too worried about her. Everyone knows the story of the ashy scallywag and my prince wed and lived happily ever after.
In the time since the wedding, my powers grew, rising through the ranks of dark magick. I am feared. Actually, I don’t consider my magick to be dark; it enables me to obtain what is rightfully mine.
Everything was ready for the spell, the most powerful love spell. Tonight the moon would be full and my blood started. As the moon rose to the pinnacle of the firmament, I toted my supplies to a secluded clearing, stripping my clothes so that I stood naked in the full moon. I started the ritual. I called to my Lord. He rose from the belly of the Earth, drank my blood from the goblet. A feeling so deep and electrifying raced through my body. Moments later, I awoke lying on the dewy grass. The time had come to make my love truly mine.
Only one thing stood in my way, Princess Ash Lover. I despised her. Unfortunately, true love is a spell that can never be broken. At one time, I believed the love the prince and I shared was true. We would meet together in the woods. I gave him anything he wanted. He wanted to be prince. To make this happen, I used my magick to kill the then current king and his son leaving the prince and his father heirs to the throne. The prince wanted love and I gave him that as well. The night of the ball, he had to kiss me for the spell to work. I curse the day the servant walked in and swept him away. I took care of the white magick fairy. She was no match for me.
The following day after the ritual, I waited for the scallywag. She enjoyed walks along the cliff. Banishing Coronus, my dragon, to the sky, I hid in a patch of evergreens. Happy as a lark, she appeared. Nearing the edge of the cliff, she sat on a boulder. Quietly, I crept behind her. Before she could see whose hands where on her, I shoved her. Tumbling and hitting the cliff several times, she finally splattered into the sea. I whistled to Coronus, he swooped down and gathered me.
For the next several days, I watched my prince worry then mourn. I smiled. I knew I could make my move now. After they set her body ablaze and sent her into the sea, I called on the prince bearing a special concoction.
Surprisingly he welcomed me, “Mercedes, I am glad you came.”
“I am sorry about Giselle,” I replied acting like I cared. “Here my Lord, I brought you an elixir to help ease the pain.” I handed him the flask. He drank some and sat.
“People say she jumped. Do you think that may be so?” he asked.
I sat beside him and held his hand, “perhaps she was unhappy.” Heat radiated from his hand, the potion started to work.
“Am I horrible, Mercedes? Am I?”
“No, my love. I would’ve been happy to be your wife.”
“I believed she was the perfect woman, my destiny,” he lamented. I didn’t understand how he could be thinking of her yet.
“Apparently, she did not feel the same.” He looked into my eyes, now only a kiss. “I on the other hand, believe you are my destiny. I love you,” I moved closer to him and kissed him. His warmth enveloped my body. He did not pull away.
“Perhaps you are right. We should be married,” he agreed with a far off demeanor.
The palace flurried with upcoming wedding plans yet my prince grew more and more withdrawn. He stopped eating. He didn’t sleep well and when we were together he didn’t speak.
I asked him on the eve of our wedding, “are you happy?”
“I don’t know. I feel as if there’s a hole deep inside my soul,” he replied. Grabbing my hands and looking deep into my eyes, I noticed his green eyes lost their luster, he asked, “Mercedes do you love me?”
“Yes, of course.”
“More than anything? And you want me to be happy?”
“Yes, I wish nothing more.”
His eyes awakened, “bring her back Mercedes. Please I love her too much. I know you can,” the prince pleaded.
“My love, I am sorry I can not bring people back from the dead,” I told him, though I could bring people back but why would I have her come back? “The pain will dissipate soon enough.” Leaning closer to embrace him but he stood up.
“I can’t do this,” he declared. He left the room; I followed; ascending the stairs to the tower. “Wait, please,” I yelled. He stepped onto the window sill. I reached for him but he pushed back. He jumped. I went over to the window and tried to save him but his body smacked against the jagged cliffs.
I had to move quickly. Quickly, I retrieved my book and some materials and went to the tower. Never before have I raised someone from the dead but I knew I could. Conjuring up the power of my true Lord and pushed all my magickal power into the spell. The wind picked up and the energy rose. Suddenly, a bright light filled the sky. I saw my prince walk back into the tower from the window. He was not alone; he brought his wife with him. They held hands smiling at one another and gazed into each other’s eyes. The light faded and the happy couple stood before me.
“I knew you would bring me back, Mercedes,” the prince said. “It doesn’t change the fact that you are a murderer.”
I had to go. I summoned Coronus. The might dragon appeared at the window. Leaping out of the window onto his back, Coronus glided far away from the castle. We couldn’t go home. The dragon flew into the night and I replayed the last moments with the prince. What angered me the most was she outsmarted me. What kind of sorceress am I if a mere powerless mortal can conquer me?
A special thanks to Gail Rainwater at Gail Rainwater Photography for help with this story!
I hope you took it easy on the eggnog!
