“A Proper Witch”: A New Fairy Tale


Once upon a time in a land where everyone was either a witch or wizard—or a “wix” if they didn’t care for those titles—there live a young witch who was coming of age. By her own account, she was quite a cute little witch in her own odd little way. She had wild blond hair, sparkling green eyes, dark tan skin and small pointed ears, for she was part elf on her mother’s side, you see.

She thought her clothes were cute in their own odd way, too. She loved to wear bright oranges and yellows, deep greens and even deeper blues. Bells on her ankles jingled when she walked and glittering gems swung from her small pointed ears. Up until this point in her life, the young witch loved being herself and never felt the need to be anyone else. After all, why would she?

Then came the day when the little witch had to go out into different lands to learn new and exciting forms of magic, as all young witches, wizards, and wixes must do. With her family’s blessing and a heart filled with anticipation, the young witch set out on her way.

When she came to the home of her first teacher, an old friend of her mother’s, she was welcomed with open arms. The grandmotherly old witch helped her new student settle in and showed her where she would take all her lessons. When meal time came and the young witch prepared to meet the household, the old witch took her aside and spoke to her in a hushed voice.

“Eyes as sparkly as yours will surly turn some men in this country into boars, possibly even my sons,” she said. “At the very sight of them, they’ll change and make a terrible mess.”

The young witch blinked a few times, too confused by such strange words to even speak. “The men in my country never had any trouble with my eyes,” she finally said, slightly offended. “They let me and my eyes be.”

“What strange men you have in your land,” mused the old witch.

“How will I know which men will turn into boars?” asked the young witch.

“Oh, there’s no way of telling,” explained the older. “So it would be best just to change them all together. Here, I will teach you a spell to dull your eyes so you look like a proper witch.”

The young witch didn’t want to cause any trouble for her hostess or her family, so she obliged. She learned the spell and turned her eyes a murky, dirty green and kept her unhappiness to herself.

She went to dinner and met the old witch’s family. No one turned into a boar. They all proved to be quite lovely people and the young witch grew quite close to them all. She was almost happy with them, except for the times when she caught glimpses of her eyes in the mirror.

When the old witch had taught her all she could, the young witch bid the family a sad farewell and continued on her way.

In the next land, she went to learn from an old wizard who was a friend of her father’s. Again, she was greeted warmly and shown around the house. Just like at the last house, she was told to change how she looked before meeting the family.

“Your wild hair is quite beautiful,” said the old wizard. “It might turn some men in this country into wolves. My wife will be quite cross if it happens to our sons.”

This sounded even more outrageous than the talk of men turning into boars, but the young witch didn’t want to cause trouble. She asked if her eyes would still be a problem in addition to her hair.

The old wizard scratched at his head. “I’ve never heard of men turning into boars, but I’d rather not risk it. My wife would be even more cross if we had boars and wolves running about. Best to leave your eyes as they are. Here, I will teach you the spell to change your hair so that you look like a proper witch.”

And so, the young witch learned the spell and turned her hair mousy and dull. She went to dinner and got through it without turning anyone into a wolf or a boar. The old wizard’s family proved to be just as friendly as the old witch’s, but she found that she could not properly settle in. Pins of jealousy pricked her whenever she spoke to them. How nice it must be not being constantly told to hide yourself, she thought bitterly of the wizard’s sons. Such beautiful blue eyes. Why doesn’t she have to hide them? She thought resentfully of the wizard’s daughter.

The time came yet again for the young witch to leave and continue her journey, but this time she was quite grateful to be on her way…

Read Part 2 Here


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