Who is my Charming?

Dearest reader

This story is about a young girl cursed into the body of a beast in a time when men and witches were at war. This is fiction sprinkled with a touch of the past and magic.

Once upon a time England was a peaceful kingdom during the reign of their Majesty King George III and Queen Charlotte. The common people had a deep love for the crown. One day the King's favorite daughter, the princess Amelia died. Unable to comprehend the loss of his princess, George was driven into madness.

The commoners mourned and sympathized with George but in this time of sorrows and prayers it wasn't George they needed. They needed their king to lead them through the tunnel of darkness into the light. Upon being declared unfit to rule the privy council gathered to appoint the king's eldest son George as the prince regent.

And so the story begins with the regent watching over the lands of his father as a shepherd watches over his sheep as the years go by.

6years passed

I ran a mile into the forbidden forest following the puff of smoke

that came from our home village. The night was bright with a bloody moon and the screams of mamas fleeing to the opposite direction.

I stopped one of the girls who looked like she had met the devil, "What's going on!"

"He's done it... He really has gone mad," her voice shaking.

"What have they done?"

"They burnt everything...our home our lands...everything. They called us heretics and threatened to come back tomorrow!"

"Prince George has officially declared that anyone assumed to be a heretic must be burnt on a stake. They took your mother-"

My heart leaped out, the cold air along with the puffy smoke began to make me suffocate and feel drowsy. The young girl ran as fast as her legs could take her as I collapsed. I no longer felt I had the power nor the will to move on. The fire was drawing closer tarnishing everything in its path meanwhile my mother lay in a gloomy dungeon at the mercy of George. My bones began to boil as the last image of the prince came to mind. I felt unprepared to meet my maker, so many unfinished business I would leave yet I knew my time had been bestowed upon thee.

"How you lie," she scoffed.

What I felt was neither the present of righteousness in heaven nor the sight of terror in hell. For a moment I thought I was in a cemetery. Beside the growls of the ravens and the ratting of trees I could only hear faint chants a distance away. The ground beneath was quite rigid and hard and a cold chill decided to grace us with its presence.

I decided to wake up from this grim nightmare, as I hoped to slither my way to the other end of my bed I could not move. My body was stuck as if it were tied to chains.

As I opened my eye, I realized unfortunately this was not a dream. I really was tied on top of a grave by tree roots. Removing them was not easy feat as they were strong and sharp as tongue.

As I struggled, the girl I had met in the forest walked toward me, her body covered in a black cloak and the once devil- stricken child seemed to fear nothing.

With the bowl she carried, she poured dropped of blood on my forehead. Then I lost it. I was afraid, anxious and angry all at the same time and I began to shake violently. When she poured the first drop of blood it was then that I realized that she was a heretic.

"I'm trying to help you," she whispered. "What they want to do with you is absolutely monstrous." She poured more of this blood or whatever it was upon the roots that held me up, the grip they had on me loosened.

Thank yo-

Before I could finish, a crowd of people led by a chubby older woman dressed in a similar but red robe as my knight in shining cloak marched towards us.

"What in the cemetery are you doing Agatha?" the chubby woman shouted.

"Using Mary isn't the solution; it would make us the very monsters George accused us of being."

""This isn't about right or wrong; it's about survival. Humans will always strive to be the superior species. When something more powerful or intelligent comes along, they'll try to destroy it rather than coexist. They've arrested the only elder in our coven who holds the connection between our magic and the ancestors. If her mother dies, we'll follow her into death."

"Agatha. I beg you please, let her go," as she tried to plead, A hand lightly tapped my shoulder. She was telling me that I was free from the roots of the plants.

"Run, Mary, run!" softly she whispered.

I slithered my way down the grave but before I could move five steps my leg could hardly bunch. The tree roots were moving once again tightening their grip on me.

"How did you do that ?" I presented to act shocked, gasping wide meanwhile my hands were running down my leg removing the roots again one by one.

"'It's magic, chéri,' the chubby one replied, a grin spreading across her face not long it quickly turned upside down. "I ought to tighten your grip and make sure you can't escape.

Agatha waves her arm into a fist and I found myself covered in roots from head to toe barely able to breathe or see. My knight in shining cloak ran to my side but before she could pour more of thar blood, Agatha spoke.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, sister."

"You mean to turn Mary into a beast, a werewolf to what end."

"Once the girls is immortal she can save her mother with a certainty she will live," Agatha began to loose her patience and the large white oak tree began to uproot itself.

"You will be condemning her to a fate worse than death, I can not help you. I'm sorry."

"You were always a selfish git, You will help me perform this ritual Anne, willingly or not.

"Neither!"

"Do capture her unharmed, my friends," Agatha commanded when seven dwarves stepped up.

To Be Continued

Yours Truly

Sir George