The Land of Stories: The Enchantress Returns

I am not a tragic case of the world; I am the world -cruel, unfair and not a fairy tale. People are not born heroes or villains; They’re created by the people around them.

She had long magenta hair that floated and rippled above her like slow-moving flames. Her eyes where violet with long feathered eyelashes lik moths’ antennae. She wore a long purple hown with matching gloves and a high collar. A gostly cape flowed around her and through the hall like a thick sheet of smoke.