The Prince and The Unicorn Part 1

The Prince and The Unicorn

By Krissie Gault

She was a horrible witch. Her spells had backfired on anyone who had tried to use her magic for themselves. Her heart had been frozen years ago and removed. She kept her frozen heart tucked away where no one could find it. The witch didn’t remember much from before she had frozen her heart, but she knew that nothing could unfreeze it.

While her frozen heart was the cause for her wickedness, she had fear that one day someone would find it and shatter her heart. If her frozen heart was ever broken, she would die. The witch feared death like any mortal would. She understood that death would eventually come, but she did not want to die a painful one caused by a broken heart.

Many people had come to her for spells and potions. But there was catch with the witch’s magic. If the magic was missed used, which it was almost certainly always was, it would backfire on the one who used it. The witch would sit back and watch her magic cause trouble for others with a sly smirk from the reflecting waters of the fountain in her home.

One day, a prince was out exploring. He had heard tale of a horrible witch who lived in a large forest. Almost all who had come to her for her magic had met with horrible fates, but few had received their wish from her. They said her magic was like that of a genie’s. If misused or not asked for properly, it would backfire. The prince knew that if he would need to word his wish carefully if he wanted to witch to grant him her magic.

He needed help with a problem plaguing his country. His country was currently suffering from an infestation of spiders. Not even his country’s best hunters and magicians could solve this problem. The prince needed a way to save his people from the plague and he was more than willing to take his chances with the horrible witch who lived deep in the forest. Well, he wouldn’t call it willing, more like desperate.

He rode his horse for hours, taking many winding paths.

“How hard is it to find her?” he asked his noble steed. The horse neighed in response, shaking its head. “I guess she likes to make her visitors delirious from sleep deprivation before they see her.” His eyes scanned the trees, looking for any sign of danger.