Five Senses Education, 2/195 Prospect Highway, Seven Hills

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• Agam Singh

  07.04.2018
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  The​ ​Times​ ​of​ ​the​ ​fairy​ ​godmother​ ​-​ ​from​ ​the​ ​book​ ​‘The​ ​Land​ ​of​ ​Stories’
  
  T’was​ ​another​ ​ordinary​ ​day​ ​in​ ​the​ ​times​ ​of​ ​the​ ​Dragon​ ​Age.​ ​A​ ​dark​ ​figure​ ​slowly​ ​arose​ ​from​ ​her​ ​tattered
  desk​ ​and​ ​reached​ ​for​ ​her​ ​wand.​ ​As​ ​she​ ​yawned,​ ​she​ ​wrapped​ ​her​ ​fingers​ ​around​ ​the​ ​celtic​ ​patterns​ ​and
  her​ ​mind​ ​instantly​ ​felt​ ​much​ ​more​ ​confident​ ​and​ ​healthy.​ ​She​ ​stepped​ ​outside​ ​her​ ​room​ ​and​ ​was​ ​abruptly
  welcomed​ ​with​ ​the​ ​warm​ ​greetings​ ​of​ ​fire.
  
  ​ ​She​ ​knew​ ​what​ ​she​ ​was​ ​doing.​ ​She​ ​pointed​ ​her​ ​wand​ ​directly​ ​at​ ​the​ ​source​ ​of​ ​the​ ​fire​ ​and​ ​muttered​ ​a​ ​few
  curses.​ ​As​ ​the​ ​fire​ ​dissipated,​ ​all​ ​that​ ​was​ ​left​ ​was​ ​the​ ​skeletal​ ​body​ ​of​ ​a​ ​teenage-dragon.
  “Idiots,”​ ​She​ ​said​ ​under​ ​her​ ​breath.
  
  This​ ​was​ ​her​ ​job,​ ​to​ ​excavate​ ​all​ ​the​ ​dragons​ ​from​ ​the​ ​fairytale​ ​world.​ ​Quite​ ​ironic​ ​when​ ​you​ ​think​ ​about​ ​it.
  It​ ​was​ ​all​ ​she​ ​had​ ​done​ ​for​ ​years,​ ​and​ ​yet​ ​it​ ​was​ ​to​ ​be​ ​no​ ​more.
  
  "Jack​ ​and​ ​Jill​ ​went​ ​up​ ​some​ ​hill,​ ​for​ ​a​ ​supposed​ ​pail​ ​of​ ​water.​ ​Jack​ ​fell​ ​down,​ ​broke​ ​his​ ​crown,​ ​'cause​ ​Jill
  pushed​ ​him​ ​-​ ​but​ ​no​ ​one​ ​caught​ ​her!”
  “Why​ ​did​ ​Jill​ ​push​ ​him?”​ ​The​ ​small​ ​farmer’s​ ​boy​ ​asked,​ ​looking​ ​up​ ​to​ ​the​ ​full​ ​moon.
  "Jack​ ​is​ ​nimble,​ ​Jack​ ​is​ ​quick-​ ​but​ ​Jack​ ​can​ ​be​ ​such​ ​a-”
  “AHEM”,​ ​interrupted​ ​by​ ​the​ ​boy’s​ ​father,​ ​“Thank​ ​you​ ​for​ ​helping​ ​mademoiselle.​ ​Those​ ​lizards​ ​were​ ​quite
  the​ ​trouble,”​ ​The​ ​father​ ​said​ ​in​ ​his​ ​french​ ​accent​ ​as​ ​looked​ ​towards​ ​his​ ​charred​ ​pasture.
  “It​ ​was​ ​my​ ​pleasure​ ​monsieur.​ ​​Je​ ​serai​ ​heureux​ ​d'aider​ ​n'importe​ ​quand.”​ ​The​ ​farmer​ ​was​ ​pleased​ ​as​ ​he
  waved​ ​goodbye​ ​to​ ​the​ ​woman​ ​before​ ​she​ ​could​ ​vanish​ ​into​ ​her​ ​next​ ​destination.
  
  The​ ​next​ ​destination​ ​was​ ​somewhere​ ​in​ ​the​ ​dwarf​ ​forests.​ ​As​ ​she​ ​appeared​ ​out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​air​ ​for​ ​the
  umpteenth​ ​time,​ ​she​ ​heard​ ​some​ ​crying​ ​from​ ​the​ ​nearby​ ​cottage.​ ​She​ ​floated​ ​over​ ​the​ ​ground​ ​towards​ ​the
  ear-splitting​ ​despair​ ​of​ ​what​ ​seemed​ ​to​ ​be​ ​of​ ​a​ ​teenager.​ ​She​ ​reached​ ​for​ ​her​ ​wand​ ​and​ ​whispered​ ​out
  “light,”​ ​She​ ​held​ ​her​ ​wand​ ​out​ ​and​ ​waited.​ ​The​ ​light​ ​flickered​ ​like​ ​a​ ​candle​ ​but​ ​a​ ​few​ ​moments​ ​later,​ ​it
  extinguished.
  “Ugh,​ ​it’s​ ​out​ ​of​ ​batteries,​ ​no​ ​wonder​ ​Gregorovich​ ​has​ ​no​ ​sales​ ​on​ ​his​ ​wands.​ ​Useless!”,​ ​She​ ​pointed​ ​out
  disgusted​ ​as​ ​she​ ​reached​ ​inside​ ​her​ ​pockets​ ​for​ ​some​ ​spare​ ​refills.
  
  After​ ​some​ ​incantations,​ ​the​ ​unsatisfied​ ​customer​ ​finally​ ​was​ ​able​ ​to​ ​work​ ​her​ ​wand​ ​once​ ​more.​ ​She
  continued​ ​her​ ​journey​ ​to​ ​the​ ​awful​ ​crying​ ​noises​ ​and​ ​found​ ​herself​ ​looking​ ​towards​ ​a​ ​beautiful​ ​young​ ​lady.
  The​ ​lady​ ​shuffled​ ​around​ ​for​ ​some​ ​‘aging​ ​potion’,​ ​after​ ​taking​ ​a​ ​few​ ​swigs,​ ​the​ ​lady​ ​could​ ​feel​ ​her​ ​face
  wrinkle​ ​into​ ​a​ ​face​ ​of​ ​what​ ​looked​ ​like​ ​her​ ​mother.​ ​The​ ​woman​ ​reached​ ​into​ ​her​ ​pocket​ ​for​ ​some​ ​glitter
  and​ ​held​ ​it​ ​tightly​ ​in​ ​her​ ​hand.​ ​She​ ​hurled​ ​it​ ​into​ ​the​ ​atmosphere​ ​and​ ​she​ ​flew​ ​into​ ​air​ ​making​ ​it​ ​a
  marvelous​ ​sight.​ ​The​ ​young​ ​lady​ ​looked​ ​up,​ ​discombobulated​ ​at​ ​what​ ​she​ ​saw​ ​in​ ​front​ ​of​ ​her​ ​eyes.​ ​The
  stranger​ ​descended​ ​down​ ​towards​ ​the​ ​frightened​ ​looking​ ​girl.
  “H-how​ ​did​ ​you​ ​do​ ​that?”​ ​The​ ​girl​ ​said​ ​as​ ​she​ ​trembled​ ​in​ ​fear.
  The​ ​lady​ ​smiled,​ ​wondering​ ​why​ ​the​ ​girl​ ​did​ ​not​ ​recognise​ ​her,​ ​“Do​ ​not​ ​be​ ​afraid​ ​young​ ​one,​ ​what​ ​is​ ​your
  name?”​ ​She​ ​asked​ ​politely.
  “My​ ​name​ ​is​ ​Cinderella”​ ​She​ ​gasped
  The​ ​Fairy​ ​Godmother​ ​smiled.

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