The Frog Prince The Story

During the time in which this story takes place, people referred to me as "the mean old Witcher Woman," and with good reason. I was adept in black magic, particularly nasty curses that I would cast whenever I felt like it. Our Majesty the Queen, who hardly said a bad word about anyone, had eventually had me banished from the queendom, and forced me to promise to stop my evil ways.

Despite my promise, however, I had no intention of obeying the Queen's orders. I soon moved into a clearing that lay a short distance outside the castle gates. I remained there most of the time, researching hexes and experimenting with new curses. (I did a pretty good job, if I do say so myself.)

Being very wary of being discovered by the Queen, I left the clearing only when I had to replenish my supply of magic ingredients. For the same reason, I dealt harshly with intruders -- basically, anyone who came into my clearing without permission. It was one of these interlopers, a prince from a neighboring kingdom, whom I transformed into an ugly Frog.

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