Slithering through the town the old hag went, a prince she wants? a prince she'll get. Whether it be through the blood of the fair or whether it be through the young maidens hair, she'll not stop. She arrived at the princes castle grinning in glee; "what a lovely treat, just for me. ", she trod on forth ingredients at hand, ready to retrieve her charming man. She entered the castle in disguise, kissed the prince and smiled. The prince shrieked then fainted, revealing a mirror which the hag stared at face horror tainted. The magic the hag had woven, failed.
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Plan Backfired
FantasyA 100 word story written for a writing competition... One witch set out on a quest, What a disappointment she shall get
