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The White Witch

I can see the storm clouds over the mountains from my window. Everyday at the same time, they gather and unleash a powerful snow storm on the already frozen peaks. They say there is a witch who causes the snow storms to happen. Stories and rumors have built up in the years since the snowstorms started. Some people say the witch is just trying to keep people out. Others claim that the witch is building up her powers so she may spread her storms to the surrounding villages.

Because of the storms, the melting ice has created a river that runs through my village. It is the purest and most refreshing water and has caused crops to grow in a miraculous way. Anything watered by the river sprouts and blossoms within moments. Within days, it produces fruits and vegetables. The once floundering village was brought back to life by this river. Because of it, my father, the King, no longer had to sell it to survive complete collapse.

The river didn't just urge the flora in the village to bloom so amazingly. Within the garden of the palace, my mother had planted an apple tree. The seeds she used were supposedly magic and she had been given them by a fair stranger on her wedding night. After she and my father returned home from their honeymoon, she planted the seeds in the garden, hoping they would take root and grow with me, since she was sure I had already been conceived.

The tree never grew and my mother died in childbirth. Then the river came and my father used its waters on the small mound where the seeds were planted. It had worked miracles for others, perhaps it would work on my mother's tree. Come morning when he awoke, the tree had grown tall and sprung a few limbs. The leaves that grew from it were pure gold.

My father tried to pluck the leaves from the tree, yanking and pulling on it, but they never budged. The tree grew and more and more leaves sprouted, all of them pure gold, silver, and platinum. Each day, my father tried to rip leaves from the tree, hoping to use the gold to repair the crumbling palace and rebuild the gates around the village. Alas, the leaves did not move.

I was barely two when my father took me out to watch knights try and chop down limbs from the tree. All that did was destroy a few good axes, many swords, and the will of some of my father's finest warriors.

I toddled up to the tree, having heard stories my mother had blessed it and her love resided in it. I hugged the tree with all my strength, and the next thing I knew, a golden leaf had fallen in my hair. My father was aghast! He and all his strongest men couldn't make the tree budge and yet me, the two year old princess, had gotten a leaf from a hug.

Needless to say, my father and all the knights attempted a hug or kiss on the tree, yet received nothing. Sir Tobi, one of my father's best knights, picked me up and told me to pick a leaf from the tree. I did. Sir Tobi told me to pick more, and I did.

My father soon realized that because my mother had planted the tree for me, I was the only one who had any power over it. I was the only person in the world who could pick leaves from the apple tree.

When I was five, I spent most of my time around the tree. I built houses into its roots, making small furniture from nut shells, leaves, bits of bark, and whatever else I could find in the garden. Since I felt my mother was present within the tree, I wanted to spend as much time with it as possible.

I hated picking the leaves, but my father needed them for the kingdom. The village was blossoming and we were well known for our hearty and bountiful vegetation. My father constructed a massive wall around the entire kingdom to keep out those who would rob us of our wealth and he kept guards around the river so no one tried to steal it as well.

One day, as I was making dolls for the root houses, I heard a whispering. I thought for sure it was the wind rustling through the leaves, but when it happened again, I heard a voice. I turned, looking at the tree as the voice picked up again.