The old crone smiles down at the man before her, although she does not much like being called an old crone.
Sparkling blue wisps of magic, like berry-dyed mists, sweep around them, stirring the airborne snowflakes that reflect the winter moon.
She advises him not to think of it as a curse, but rather a gift. It’s all about perspective after all. In time he will grow to understand her words.
Then, with a final twitch of her head, she is gone, leaving the prince alone in the forest. It is now up to him to decide his own fate.
McKenzie Richardson lives in Milwaukee, WI. Her work has been featured in various anthologies such as Mutate, Electromagnetism, and Doomsday, as well as online publications. Her first novel, Heartstrings, was published in 2018. McKenzie also runs a crafting blog: http://www.craft-cycle.com For more updates on her writing, you can follow her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/mckenzielrichardson/ | Wattpad
Selected by the editor as a featured submission, September 2020
Originally posted on the site: 30/12/2019