There was an old lady, a witch to be priciest. Trapped in a magic bubble. When I say magic bubble I mean one that surround her gingerbread house and surrounding woods.

She was trapped by the fairy queen herself many centuries ago.

What crime you ask? For corrupting faeries and eating children . There’s no higher crime in the all the magical land.

Yet that was a long time ago. The witches magic had faded as well. Left to grow her vegetables and trap little furry creatures for meat. Nothing truly satisfying, nothing like the choice children in her day.

Luring them in with sweets, fatten them up, then-feed on their tender meat.

Yet something is about to change, someone was approaching. A little girl with pink pigtails and wearing strange clothing.

While playing in the park Cindy met a magical fairy who claim he used to be a boy. She confesses she always wanted to be a fairy.

She plead with him to tell her how she could become a fairy like him.

He showed her the way through a breach in the magical barrier.

“Seek through the trees, a house sweet as could be, find the path and then see. The beautiful lady who turned me, she can turn you, surely you’ll see.”

Her she was coming up to her cottage. The witch smiled, her stomach rumble.