Price of Magic

Once upon a time, the fairest of the land learned a hard lesson.
She learned that everything comes at a steep cost, something
must be taken with her desires. Prince Charming would not
come with free shipping or guaranteed to be perfect. No,
life would not simply get better because she wished it so.

Coming upon a wizard, the fairest of the land asked the wizard
for a simple wish; to be free of the arranged marriage
her father had set out for her. The wizard told her that he could
do it, however, it would come at a price. Anything, she said,
begging. You will never find true love, the wizard told her.

Hating the man her father had arranged her to, the fairest agreed
to the wizard's demand and signed his contract. The wizard
snapped his fingers. It is done. Now go. The fairest,
so gleeful to be free, left the green forest to go back home.
Once arrived, everything was normal and there was no talk of marriage.

At first, the glee in the fairest's heart stuck around. She bounced
from room to room, went on rides whenever she wished,
ate whatever she'd like or dressed how she pleased. But after
her father died, the fairest grew lonely. No companion
could fill the void left in her heart as she sat, alone.

She tried to search out the wizard and plead with him
to take the wish back. But he simply shook his head,
what was done, was done. She had given up her chance
at true love. She aged, sitting on her gold throne with no one
beside her, head on her hands as she entered the light.