In my studies, we’ve been working on creative writing and let me tell you, they haven’t made it interesting. For the upcoming assignment, for example, we have been asked to write 400 words of fiction based on a passage from a diary written the day of King George VI coronation. It sounds interesting, but this passage just details a woman selling a newspaper. So I ditched her and wrote about a chauffer and upperclassman she sold to.

However, that boring piece made me want to write something I actually enjoy, so I wrote a short (500 word, as per usual) fable-type piece. I feel like I could write a lot more about this magician and her princess, and I very well may do so at some point, but for now, I’ve written this, and while it’s not perfect, I enjoyed writing it far more than my assignment piece. Plus, you get something other than Truth, which is starting to bore me, let alone you.

I wrote this piece as a kind of monologue, as if this is a story passed down for generations, and as if a mother is telling it to her child, perhaps as a bedtime story? With that in mind, I wanted to keep it simple, but magical, something a child could understand but would find full of amazement and wonder.

“Once upon a time, there lived a great magician by the name of Torpia. Torpia was a lovely young girl with long, silver hair. She was once the King’s own magician, and she used to enchant the castle every full moon with her tricks and spells, producing stars from her fingertips and fire from her tongue.

“One day, however, the magician met a young princess. The princess was engaged to a wicked man, but she loved him dearly. Every full moon, Torpia would amaze the court, and show off for the princess, for she had developed great feeling for her over time. However, though Torpia was a mischievous witch and had many hidden tricks up her sleeves, she was not a meddler, and did not interfere with the princess and her malevolent beloved.

“It was the day of the princess’ wedding, and she had asked specifically for Torpia to attend. Torpia was hesitant, but in the end, she could not refuse. The princess was charming and beautiful, and Torpia had never seen someone so enthralled by her magic as her. So Torpia attended the marriage, and watched the princess become wed. She watched as their clasped hands were bound in white lace, listened as they exchanged vows, and performed for them under the stars.

“Torpia also performed at the princess’ daughter’s birth. Both events were magical, made more so by the magician’s enchantments. Torpia and the princess grew to be close friends, and the princess told her of the wicked things her husband had done. Her husband had never hurt her, but he was controlling and deceitful, and a bad fit for the kingdom they were destined to rule. The people hated him, and adored his wife and child.

“One day, the prince died. It was the day before their coronation, and the princess had told Torpia how scared she was for her kingdom. Her husband had struck her the night before his death, and there was a single handprint on her pale cheek. The kingdom revolted against Torpia, their princess’ closest friend, because they feared her, and because they thought she had killed the prince. So Torpia fled the kingdom.

“’Take me with you!’ the princess asked her again and again that night, and each time Torpia would refuse. Under the cover of the new moon, all alone, Torpia left, leaving only a playing card and kiss upon the princess’ cheek. Every full moon, however, she would return to the kingdom, and visit the princess for just one night. The princess, now the Queen, never remarried, and after a few years, her heart opened to Torpia.

“They fell in love and, knowing the kingdom would never agree to Torpia becoming their Queen, she fled again, this time taking the Queen and her daughter with her. They were never seen again, but it has been said, if you live where the kingdom used to be, three sets of footprints can be seen in the morning dew after every full moon.”

It’s simple, short and yet, I hope, quite magical. I like it, anyway. I find full moons are always wonderful, and they hold a lot of power. I feel like Torpia, if she were reborn, would be a full moon herself, if that were possible.

Until the next time!


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