A grand carriage rumbled down the dirt road of the country side led by two majestic white steeds. Inside a young handsome man lounges around on the seats, his eyes closed as he try to get some sleep. It had been a horrendous trip, meeting the daughters of nobles who have nothing but air in the head. They would not leave him alone, their giggles were the thing that irritated him the most. Luckily he did not to wed soon so he had time to choose a woman that has more than just air in their head to wed. However some of the one that's empty of air just avoid him and he wonder why. He hope to get back to his castle as soon as possible. Suddenly the carriage came to a complete stop, jerking him awake. "What's wrong?"he called out to his coachman, irritated. "If the wheel is in stuck in the mud, get down and fix it!"
"The wheel is fine, your highness,"answered the coachman.
"Then what is it?!"the young man shouted, quickly losing patience with his coachman. Servants were not what they used to be this days.
"There's an elderly at the middle of the road,"the coachman called back. "And she wants to speak to you, you highness."
"Then tell her that I'm busy,"he replied, already fuming learning that his stop was caused by this woman. "And tell her that the prince of Andora commands her to get off this road!"
The young man leaned back against back as his anger quickly die down, assure that the issue was settle. He closed his eyes, waiting for the rumble of the carriage wheels to start again. However after a few minutes of silence and lack of motion, he opened his eyes again ready to demand what was the problem and saw an old woman .
She was sitting across from him, her strands of white hair hung from her weather withered face. Her dry withered skin sag into thousands creases, clinging to bones beneath. She had a sharp nose that resembles a hawk's beak. A dark threadbare shawl was draped around the shoulders of her crooked back and her gnarled hangs was wrapped around the top of wooden cane. However, he sudden appearance wasn't what frighten him but it was her eyes. Her eyes was dull and milky one as if all the colors was washed off from her pupil. He was unsure if it was the old age but he sure it was not normal.
"How dare you enter into inside without my permission,"he said trying to ignore the voice in his mind, telling him that there were something wrong. "You will be punish."
She just grinned, the edge of her dry lips tilted up into a smile. It was not the response that he wanted and it sent a chill down your back.
"If you get out now,"his voice shaking a bit. "The punishment will be less harsh."
"It's sad that such a handsome face is wasted on a person with a horrible person,"said the woman, who voice coming out as a rasp that send chills down his spine. "Won't it be better for the country if the prince comes back from his trip as a better person?" She began muttered unintelligible words under her breath, faster and faster.
Soon the young man realize that the woman was a witch but it was too late by then. Bright light flooded the inside of the carriage, blinding him as he slowly fall down backwards. Everything soon fade to darkness as his conscious ebbs away. However the last thing he heard was not the rasp of those of an old woman but a melodious voice of a young woman. "You will be turn back into a man once you're able to change your personality and look at the world in a different light."
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