Hera brushed herself off and looked around. She was in a dense part of the forest that had giant blue, green, and purple mushrooms. The air buzzed with little glowing lights. They seemed to talk as they floated by. Then Hera realized, these were fairies! But it was getting dark. "Where will I stay?" She asked. But just as she said that, the little fairies made themselves into a giant arrow, which pointed to a small cottage that Hera had not yet seen. "Well thank you." Hera said to the fairies. And with that she made her way to the cottage. She opened the door and walked in. To her surprise there was a boy a little younger than she was, dressed in a robe covered with stars, that actually twinkled. "Ah! Welcome to the house of the great wizard, Zarzuelas!" They boy looked happy to see her. "So wait, you know magic?" Hera asked. "Ah, yes yes! And I'm also a certified medium and fortune teller. I make potions, preform spells to those who need it, and I make things grow. Those mushrooms you saw, I did those." Zarzuelas said proudly. "Can you preform a spell for me?" Hera asked. Zarzuelas replied," Yes, but at the cost of three pieces of gold." Hera shuffled through her pockets and pulled out three pieces of gold. "There you go!" She said handing the gold to Zarzuelas. "One spell please." Zarzuelas examined the gold, looked and said, "We have ourselves a deal!"
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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.
