It was the next morning, and Hera was outside the palace and in the woods nearby. The sky was cloudy, which was just how Hera felt. "Stupid marriage." She said. She could not stop thinking about the betrothal so she barely got and sleep last night. So that made her extra grumpy. And before she left the palace, a servant asked her if she'd like some breakfast. Hera yelled at her. "How come I have to marry that screw up? What made me deserve this?" Hera questioned herself. "You stupid stupid stupid stupid...." Hera sat down on a rock and held her head in her hands. "What will I ever do?" She asked. No sooner than Hera sat down, the rock beneath her rolled away. Hera fell down the nearby hill with it. When it stopped rolling, Hera stood up and looked around. She was in part of the woods she did not know.
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A Whimsical Tale
General FictionA young princess is bequeathed to a snoody prince, who cares nothing but himself. Determined to change her fate, the princess seeks the the help of a sly wizard who gives her a spell that changes everything.
