Villains

Mother Gothel (1)

Mother Gothel wasn't always named Mother Gothel. Often called by her original name, Marisa Gothel, she grew up a little witch in her small town near the castle. Her mother was named Lucinda Gothel.

The three lingering forms of magic were forbidden across the kingdom: mental, physical and spiritual. But not here. There were no rules in the kingdom outside of Marissa's. No place to hide. But here?

Magic could be sold.
For a price of course.

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"Mother! Mother, come over here! Look at this! Please can I get this dress? Please!" Marissa cried to her mother, tugging on her mother's dress sleeve. Her mother turned to her and bent down to her level.

"My sweet flower. Life does gives us what it needs to give. Not what it wants to give. Hold back from that dress. Take some berries or some water instead of focusing on money or your internal desires." Lucinda smiled.

Marissa sighed, "Yes, Mother." Marissa was eighteen, yet she still acted like she was a five year old girl. She was the only girl in the kingdom, who was born with hair as white as snow. She was different, with magic as well being in her traits. Not only that but Marissa was impatient.

Marissa was born with white hair, pale skin and crystal baby blue eyes and pink lips. She'd always wanted to be beautiful just like her mother, who had blonde tresses falling over her shoulders and completely blank eyes. 

Her mother looked blind, but she wasn't completely. She also had lighter skin and freckles all over her face. "WITCHES!" Someone called out, "WITCHES IN THE MARKETS!"

Lucinda grabbed Marissa's hand fearfully, and she spoke a quiet incantation. "Unseen is me. Protected is me. I do not show myself to thee. I hide myself within my shield. I hide myself in my own protected field. I am unseen, and I am protected within my own invisibility. Nothing can harm me, I am unseen. As I speak these words, so mote it be."

And with that, Lucinda and Marissa turned invisible and then they ran away. When they got home, and Lucinda tucked Marissa into her bed, she huffed, "My daughter. Heed my words, very carefully." Marissa nodded.

"I know that the world has not always been kind of you; sometimes, it does not know how to hold such a soft and tender thing. But I need to understand that it is your fault. It is not your fault that you feel so deeply, that every inch, of your being pours out of your fingertips into those you care for. I need you to understand that it is okay to be the person who is brave either with their love, who is brave with their beset."

Marissa pleaded, "And magic?"

"Understand that magic is not a thing that is taken for granted. Magic is special, unpredictable and not only that but it's one of a kind. Everyone has their own. But you must know, my daughter, magic can be deadly. Magic can be dark. Do not trust dark magic. Do not fall or succumb to the depths that it provides. Listen and heed my words." Lucinda cried.

And suddenly the whole house shook. Who has found them? "In here!" said a voice.

"Run, my daughter. Run far, far away. Never return. I love you, my child. Search for the flower that bleeds a person's age down. That gives you life. Search for it, keep it, never let it out of your sight. That way, you will never turn out like me, my precious. RUN!" Lucinda cried.

And that was the last night, Marissa saw her mother, as her mother was burnt to the stake and Marissa took her coat and continued to run. And run, did she run.