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Heartbroken, tossed away, betrayed, unwanted.

Ezmia had experienced those emotions for many times. Each time it happened again, the pain doubled.

It pained to see people talking behind her. It pained to see her ex-boyfriends dump her. It pained to know no matter how hard she tried, no one could love her.

She was from the Otherworld, talented at magic like no other fairy was. They should all respect her!

Instead they ignored her and became jealous of her.

Ezmia did try to overcome it. She continued to put on a bright smile and helped others cheerfully, masking her bitter emotions inside. Good people get what they deserve, she was told.

But the whispers behind her back continued. The occasional glances. Ezmia shivered under their glare.

Ezmia had always despised crybabies, especially because she was one. After crying her heart out, by her usual tree, she decided she would change.

No longer would she cower beneath those stupid fairies. No longer would she cry tears. She would emerge from the ashes, like a newborn phoenix. And dazzle them all, showing who's really in charge.

Ezmia smirked. Yes, that seemed like a fine plan indeed.

The next day she strode into the Fairy Palace, hair dyed a deep purple. She fashioned a purple cloak and wore it proudly, looking at everyone as if they were all below her.

Bow down to me, all of you lowly peasants!

"Ezmia," The Fairy Godmother frowned. "What is the meaning of this?"

She looked at the Fairy Godmother coyly, violet eyes framed by curled eyelashes. "A new beginning."

Ezmia originally wanted just to get a little bit of revenge, but it was addictive. She wanted more. And more. Her pride could not be satisfied.

Maybe that was why she was attracted to the colour purple like a magnet. Purple was the colour of royalty. Ezmia wanted to be treated like royalty.

Soon, most of her clothing and items were in shades of purple or magenta.

Her pride changed her, and she became colder and meaner. When faced with the problem with the trolls and goblins, she thought "if the good get what they deserve, then won't the bad get what they deserve too?", so she suggested flooding them.

It almost surprised her how cold and direct she was, but she accepted it. However the other fairies were horrified and banished her.

She became obsessed with world domination, of a perfect world where everyone would worship her. She wanted to stand out. She wanted to be different from others, and that was why she no longer called herself a fairy but an Enchantress.

The Enchantress made a dramatic entrance by cursing the famous Sleeping Beauty. From that onwards, people were scared of her. The hushed whispers spread through the crowd again, but instead of feeling outcasted, Ezmia felt proud, drinking in all their fear and growing stronger from it.

Ezmia's name, who used to be praised, was now a curse.

Sometimes, Ezmia would feel a little remorse at what she did, but it would vanish quickly. Why should she care? She continued to push forward, ruthlessly eliminating everything and everyone in her way. Holding her head high, her icy violet eyes glittered at every conquest she made.

Soon everything will become mine. Everyone will fear me. I'll finally get what I deserve. Respect.

After all those years of being ignored, dumped, left over, she'll prove to them she's worth it. Worth every second of their attention.

Her ultimate goal wasn't world domination. It was to satisfy her pride.

Her pride was her greatest guarded object. She would do anything to protect it from harm. No king, queen or fairy could take it away from her.

Maybe that was why a mere thirteen year old girl could, who seemed to resemble a little Ezmia once upon a time, innocent and determined. Ezmia could only remember her previous self distantly, as if in a dream.

But nobody must reveal her young self, buried deep inside behind layers created by pain and loss.

Ezmia could feel the horror when she realized this little girl took her pride, but she tried to cover it up all the same.

Memories she had tried so long to forget came flashing in her mind. The envious whispers. Her banishment. The Fairy Godmother naming someone else as heir. All five of her lovers.

The only thing she could think of was to kill the girl by blasting her away. Ezmia took a deep breath. She must regain control.

Her magenta hair waved about like flames as she turned around to face the monarchs again, in her self constructed podium of rocks and vines. There was a fiery rage in her eyes, and no one dared to look into them.

She would finally get what she deserved, after all those years.

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